Shep Coleman wants to be a major-league baseball player. That is, if he can survive the minor leagues. It isn't the baseball game that bothers him but the wild sixteen-year-old daughter of the club owner. Helene, the blonde nymph, wants Shep all to herself and is willing to do anything to keep him. How will Shep keep away from the hot clutches of the maniacal female? Especially without ruining his chances for the big leagues. Perhaps his teen-age friends will help. Or will they drive him deeper into the pit that the female predator is digging for him?
1
Shep Coleman leaned on the bat he had chosen for his turn at batting practice. His mind wandered as he waited, and he found himself daydreaming about Lily.
Lily was his fianc', more or less, a long-legged, lush blonde of twenty-one. He had been dating her since their sophomore year of college and had been screwing her almost as soon as they had met.
It had been a week since he had seen her last, and his mind went back to the last time they had been together. They had gone to a motel and registered as Mr. and Mrs. Shep Coleman. He remembered how anxious he had been. He had stripped her clothes away a hundred times before, but it was always an exciting experience for him to see her naked body again.
Shep had brought a bottle, and on the way to the room he picked up a bucket of ice. The room was air-conditioned and had a large double bed, and was dimly lit by a night lamp. Shep mixed the drinks and they spent a short time drinking and talking. Then he started undressing her.
He stripped her down to her bra and panties quickly and expertly. The bra was the transparent kind, and he could see the dark circles of her aureoles tipped with the darker still, hardened stubs of her erect nipples pressing the sheer material.
His eyes moved down to the brief bikini panties and fixed on the smooth, sloping hips, and the darkened mound thrusting out from the apex of her thighs. His eyes burned with desire at the enticing sight, and she showed her delight by grinding her hips at him in a provocative way.
She moved closer toward him, and as she moved she started rolling the panties down. When she was just inches from him she stopped, but her hips continued their erotic motion.
"See something you like?" she teased.
Shep stared at the thick mat of dark-blonde hair grinding in front of his face. His breathing was rapid with excitement, and he could feel his body shaking with lust.
"You need to cool off a bit," he said putting his cold glass against her cunt.
"Oooohh, that's cold, honey," she hissed, but grabbing his hands she pulled the glass tighter to her pussy and rubbed her cunt against the chilled glass.
Shep watched for a few moments as she worked herself against the glass and then pulled the glass away from her writhing body.
"What's the matter?" she groaned. "That was nice."
"Man! You're really hot." Shep said feeling his balls ache with lust. "Tell me something nice I can do for you." His face was covered with a wicked grin.
She took his head in her hands and pulled his face to her twitching hips. "This," she hissed excitedly.
Her hands guided his mouth over the thrusting mound, and she groaned with pleasure as his mouth closed over the hair-covered flesh.
"Wait! Wait, darling," she said huskily. She fell onto the bed next to where he was sitting and spread her legs for him. "Now, darling. Now!"
Shep stared down at the tangled hair and pink-tinted flesh of Lily's cunt and buried his face into her writhing cunt.
"Oooohh, Shep, darling," she groaned. "Fuck me with your tongue! Oooohh, suck me off, darling, please, baby!"
Holding her down with his arms wrapped around her, gripping her buttocks, her thighs spread even further apart. It opened her wet slit and gave him a delicious view of flesh that glistened pink to his heated stare. She was clawing at him and urging him on to greater efforts as she gasped for breath. He pushed tightly to her and placed loud, smacking kisses on the hot, wet flesh he had exposed.
Her cunt twitched and contracted with every touch of his hungry lips. It was more than her writhing body that made her cunt flesh move like that. It was her pleasurable reaction to his lips on her sensitive flesh. Already her cunt was getting wetter, it's perfume stronger, and his appetite for her growing with every passing moment. He began with his tongue, flicking it rapidly along the swollen lips that bordered the still more sensitive flesh within.
She went crazy. "Oooohh, darling! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Her thrashing grew so wild he almost lost his grip on her and he thought for a moment that they would topple from the shaking bed. Before that could happen he fastened his mouth on her clit. He sucked it hard, and licked it rapidly, spreading her legs wider to get all of her that he could.
"Oooohh, ooohh," she groaned loudly.
She reached for his head and gripped his hair, pulling hard, screaming wildly with pleasure. A throaty gurgle came from deep in her throat and she pulled at his hair, her cunt opened like a flower to meet the thrust of his stabbing tongue, and her body shuddered with delight.
He settled down to give her a good head job, one she would never forget, one that would addict her, for life, to his tongue. He got up on his knees to do it, his hardened cock brushing her shoulder as he moved. He spread her legs as wide as he could to give his mouth and tongue total access to her cunt. He licked and sucked his way down the length of it and back, pausing at her wet hole and clitoris, whispering close to her tightly puckered ass-hole. In a frenzy of desire she clawed at the rolled-down panties around her thighs in a vain effort to remove them. At the same time she pushed down at his head and heaved up her writhing hips to meet his sucking mouth. He had her in such a state of excitement that he thought about sticking his swollen prick into her open, gasping mouth to relieve his own lust, but they were both enjoying the cunnilingus so much it seemed a shame to do anything that would distract from it.
"Oooohh," she moaned. "Ooohh, sweet Jesus, you're killing me! Shep, honey. What are you doing to me? I'll just die if you keep this up. Ooohh!"
He backed off a few inches and stared with lust-filled eyes at the open slit and smacked his lips greedily. "Want me to stop?"
"Oh, God no! I've got to have more!" she babbled, and she heaved her cunt back to his mouth for more.
He moved back from the thrusting cunt. "Then bring it to me, baby," he said, and rolled on his back.
She acted weak and drunk as she got to her knees. His cock was standing tall, thick and swollen with desire. She gazed at it through the haze of her lust-glazed eyes. He would give it to her if she wanted to suck it, but he would refuse her if she wanted to mount it.
"Take off your panties and sit on my chest, baby," he said, patting where he wanted her to mount.
She was panting hard, her breasts straining at the transparent bra with every breath, her mouth open and her eyes glassy as she clumsily dragged down at her panties. He squeezed and patted at her ass as it was bared, smiling up at her and stroking his cock with his other hand in a tempting manner. The tremors were still going through her when she threw her leg over his chest and sat with her firm buttocks on his hairy chest, her cunt open to his smiling mouth.
"Stretch it open with your fingers," he said, molding her ass with his hands, edging her closer to his waiting mouth.
He heard her breath hiss out as she drew back the lips of her cunt for him, and again as he resumed his licking of her excited cunt.
She wasn't heavy and he was comfortable in this position. It had a nice view too. With his nose buried in her hair, he could look up at her lush body as orgasm after orgasm made it even more erotically appealing, and her face which mirrored the deep feelings of pleasure that were coursing through her. Licking and sucking her cunt had succeeded in driving her wild, but then, it had always done that.
With his hands he urged her up onto her knees. He was kissing straight up into her cunt, and it was wetting his entire face. She was so far gone she had to support herself with her hands on the bedpost. He fastened his mouth more tightly to her clit to bring her to a final orgasm, and with his hands he spread her buttocks wide.
She was very wet down there. A mixture of perspiration, and her overflowing cunt juices made her flesh slippery to the touch. He rubbed the ball of his finger all over her ass-hole and slightly within, and as she moaned, "Oooohh, darling," her ass twitched involuntarily to his touch.
At the same time he bit down on her clitoris he pushed his finger into her ass up to the first joint, and her reaction, frenzied and wild, was the same as it had been when he first pushed his face into her cunt. It brought her to a crashing orgasm that was still in progress when she fell off of him and lay curled in a ball jerking and twitching as she grasped at her throbbing cunt.
He turned her over and kissed her. His lips mashed against hers, and his tongue which had so intimately known her cunt was stabbing into her open mouth. He succeeded in keeping her orgasm going with his hand on her box, and her flaming desire continued to flood through her. Shep had seldom seen her as hot as she was at this minute. She was wild with desire.
"Do you want my prick?" he asked.
"Yes! I need it so bad, darling. Give it to me!"
"Did you like being sucked and licked?"
"I loved it," she gasped, "but don't talk now. Just screw me, Shep."
"Tasted good, too," he said and kissed her again.
She was too excited to reply. Her breathing was ragged and fast, and her cunt was humping at the hand that was grasping at it.
"Yeah," Shep said again, "I really love eating your cunt. It makes me horny as hell."
"Well, fuck me then!" she managed to gasp excitedly.
"Glad to, honey," he said with a chuckle. "Get up on your hands and knees."
Shep got up and quickly stripped away his clothing. His prick stood out, thick, swollen, heavy with desire. Her eyes followed every movement of his cock, her face contorted with lust. She reached out for it and took it in her hand.
"Oh, darling!" she hissed. "I want it so bad,"
She rubbed the taut flesh in her hand and pulled him gently to her. "Let me kiss it. I want to feel it in my mouth."
Shep let her guide the thick prick to her lips and sucked in his breath loudly when he felt her lips surround the swollen cock. Lily moaned loudly as she sucked at him. Her mouth moved quickly down the length of his prick and the loud sucking sounds of her greedy mouth inflamed him more. He wanted to let her suck him off all the way, but he also wanted to fuck her cunt.
"Later," he gasped. "You can suck it later, baby. I want to fuck your cunt first."
He pulled the prick from her mouth and she sighed with disappointment at the loss. Lilly spread herself out on the bed. With legs spread wide she beckoned him to her and moaned, "Give it to me, honey. Fuck me good!"
In answer to her urgent demands he climbed between her parted legs. He grasped his prick with one hand and guided it into the wet lips of her cunt. It slipped easily into her vagina as their pelvises pressed together with a smack.
She rolled slightly to the side and reached back to unhook her bra and quickly pulled it off, letting it drop silently to the floor, and as Shep supported himself above her she cupped her breasts and offered them enticingly to his mouth.
He let himself down on her lush body and captured one of the stiff, erect nubs between his lips, and Lily cried out with delight.
"Oooohh, Shep," she whimpered. "Suck it honey, bite it, fuck me, fuck me!"
He made loud sucking sounds as his mouth worked on the rubbery nipple and she locked her legs around his waist to pull him closer to her.
Shep pulled his hips back and drew the swollen shaft from its snug sheath only to return it with a driving thrust that brought a scream of glee from her. Then with the same unhurried strokes he set up a rhythmic tempo with each inward thrust accompanied with a slight rotation of the hips.
He maintained the rhythm, gradually increasing the cadence. Soon his cock was a piston pumping in and out of her throbbing cunt in rapid strokes. As he came forward he slid upward bringing pressure against her clit, and each time this happened his groin rubbed the little piece of flesh sending an electric current through her.
Lily's mouth was open as she breathed heavily, the delirious sensuality growing more intense. Her eyes were closed to heighten the feeling of the moment. Her every nerve, every fiber seemed to be vibrantly alive. A thousand fires burned within her, a voluptuous thrill raged in every part of her body.
"Oooohh! Oooohh!" she groaned ecstatically. "That's good, Shep, that's good! Faster, honey! Faster! Fuck me faster, harder! Harder! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ahhhrrggrr!" The cry of joy rushed from her throat.
The heat of her climax poured over his rigid cock. Her body flailed wildly beneath him, and her wild responses brought on his release. It splattered over the quivering walls of her vagina. His pulsating tube within her throbbed excitedly sending wave after wave of pleasure through her.
Then they rested, and had another drink, after which they took a shower together. A few hours of sleep followed, and Lily's hand creeping over him some hours later brought on another round of lovemaking after which they slept until morning and it was time to part.
"Don't stop loving me," Lily had told Shep as they parted.
Well, he hadn't, but a week had passed and Lily was a long way from where he was going to make his debut as a pro ballplayer.
The voice of Tom McMurdo brought Shep back to reality. McMurdo was the manager of the farm club that had bought Shep's services. A grizzled, slab-jawed man who had played first base for the New York Yankees many years ago, and was now earning his living on the administrative side of the game now.
"You'll be batting fifth tonight. Get out there and show us what you have." McMurdo said.
He walked stiffly away and Shep picked up the bat that he had been leaning on and walked out to the field to take some batting practice.
Shep was thinking to himself as he walked to the field. In a little while he'd be playing his first professional ball game. Last week he had graduated from college, and this week along with that diploma he had a twenty-five-thousand-dollar bonus from the Dodgers in the bank, and a contract to play ball for a Class B league. He had a good batting average in college and if he did half as well as he did there he'd move up the ladder, maybe to a Class AA team next, and to the Dodgers in a season or two. He wouldn't mind that at all. To play in Los Angeles, and date some of the starlets who played up to the pro players as a hobby.
On the other hand he would be demolished if he failed to make the grade here. If he wanted to achieve his two loves in life, namely love and money, he would have to do well starting right here.
He was a big, rangy guy with plenty of muscle and more brains than most players have. At twenty-one he was just coming into his full strength.
"Okay college boy. Let's see you do some hitting."
That was Charley Boyce, the coach who was pitching batting practice. like most of the coaches he was an ex-big-leaguer, who had pitched a no-hitter against the Boston Braves back in Fifty-two, but who was now fat, fiftyish, and slow.
Boyce had been lobbing them in for the other batters, but for the newcomer he must have been pretending it was twenty-five years ago. He rifled the first pitch in as fast as he could throw. Taken by surprise, Shep had to back away to keep from getting skulled.
"Hey!" Shep protested. "This practice is for the batters, not the coaches!"
"Just hit the ball," Boyce said thinly.
Boyce fired another ball. This time Shep was ready and he peppered the ball over the left-field fence. Boyce looked annoyed and the other players stood around with their mouths agape. The coach picked up another ball and pitched it. Shep sent that one over the center-field fence. Boyce looked definitely irked now. The next pitch was a dancing curve ball, and Shep waited to the last minute, swung with all the wrist snap he could muster and knocked it over the screen in right field.
"Left, center, right," Boyce rasped. "Very pretty. Now stop showing off and give the outfielders some exercise."
Shep shrugged. For the rest of his batting practice he peppered the outfield with flies and line drives until Boyce motioned for him to leave the batter's box.
As he walked back to the shower room he noticed a saucy-looking blonde with a good figure sitting near the dugout.
"I didn't know college boys knew how to play ball," she chimed as he passed nearby.
Shep gave her a low, scrutinizing look. "College boys know how to play a lot of games," he fenced. "Isn't your mother calling you, girlie?"
"Don't call me girlie. My name is Helene."
"Hello, Helene. Are you going to be here for the game tonight?"
"I'm always here for the game," she answered. "And I'm here after the game too, baby." Her eyes had a bedroom glitter about them. She was slim, sultry looking, about sixteen or seventeen. She looked like everybody's sweetheart, the ail-American virgin, but Shep was willing to bet that she was very much in second-hand condition and had been since her early teens.
She gave him a smile with that "let's get together some time" look, and started walking away. Shep watched her wiggle her pert little buttocks for him as she left. He felt like throwing her into the dugout and raping her on the spot. It had been a week since he had seen Lily and it was beginning to show.
Helene stopped after a few steps, turned, and said, "Hit a home run for me tonight and I'll make you glad you did."
Then she was gone.
Shep felt tense as he watched her disappear. He wasn't nervous about the game coming up, not the least bit, but this girl Helene had done things to him in the few brief minutes that he had talked with her. She had given him a look of pure smoldering desire, and Shep was always ready to take a girl up on that.
Tom McMurdo came walking up. "I'd lock that girl up in a convent if she were my daughter," he said with a snarl. "If her father knew what was good for her he'd do just that."
"Why?" Shep asked. "What's with her?"
"She's trouble. A real nympho. You ought to know what that is."
"Yeah. So what's wrong with having a nympho around?"
"This is supposed to be a ball club," McMurdo said bitterly. You'll find out fast enough what kind of an outfit it is. We've got six players on this team that belong here, and the rest shouldn't even be playing little league. Well, Helene knows who the good ones are and she goes after them."
"Goes after them?"
"Yes. With claws." He spat out a glob of chewing tobacco. "You know what happens to a man if he spends a night with that vampire? She drains him. Drains him dry of any worth to the team the next game. They just don't mix, kid. Love, sex, whatever you call it. It don't mix with playing ball."
Shrugging, Shep said, "I can take care of myself, and her too, if I have to."
"Suit yourself. If you want to mess around with a nympho, and the club owner's daughter, well, go right ahead."
"The owner's daughter?" Shep repeated.
"That's right, sonny," McMurdo said. "That's something to think about too. Wouldn't want to start off on the wrong foot with the owner. Might just alter your career in baseball, if you have one."
"I can take care of myself," Shep said again.
McMurdo walked away briskly.
2
The game started at eight o'clock. The visiting team was in second place in the league and Shep's team was in fourth, with hopes of finishing third by the end of the season.
The game was still scoreless when Shep came to bat for the first time. He felt loose up at the plate. He let the first pitch, a slider, go by for a strike, fouled off the second and took a ball on the third. Then came a curve that didn't break and Shep blasted it toward the center-field bleachers.
The crowd yelled wildly and Shep grinned at the thought of beginning his career with a home run. But his joy was premature. A stiff breeze caught the high, long fly and held it in the park, and all Shep could do was stand there helplessly and watch the ball fall to the center-fielder for an out.
"You should have pulled it more," someone yelled from the stands as Shep returned to the dugout.
"Thanks for telling me," Shep growled. "I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me."
As the game went on Shep began to see what McMurdo had been talking about earlier. This club wasn't much to talk about. He looked around the stands to see if he could spot Helene, and found her sitting nearby with her father, Walter Armstrong, the owner of the club. They didn't have much to cheer about, Shep thought to himself.
It was the last of the ninth, the score was three to one, they had one. The catcher had managed a single, and McMurdo put a pinch hitter in to go for the pitcher. A solid drive over the second baseman's head put two men on and Shep up at bat. It was his chance to be a hero for the night.
Up at the plate he knocked the dirt from his spikes and waited for the first pitch. It came right down the middle, and Shep pulled around the bat as hard as he could connecting hard with the ball. As he headed for first base he caught sight of the ball going into the stands in left field and the crowd erupted with cheers of delight. It was in the old tradition. A ninth-inning home run, and he had pulled the game out of the fire with a four-to-three win.
The whole team was waiting for him at home plate. Shep let them pound him on the back for a few minutes then he broke free. Fans were streaming all over the field, and Shep caught sight of Helene standing near the dugout, her eyes bright with triumph.
"I'll be waiting for you at the players' gate," she whispered as he passed by her. "I haven't forgotten my promise."
She was there.
"Hi," she said. "It's about time."
"I couldn't help it. They all wanted to congratulate me."
"Yeah. You big ham. Did you have to wait until the last inning to get that hit?"
"It's better that way. It adds to the suspense."
"Let's get out of here, huh?" she said.
"Sure. My car is over there in the parking lot. He pointed. One of the two cars was his. The sixty Mercury sitting next to a new Cadillac convertible.
"Let's take mine," Helen said.
"The Caddie yours?"
"Daddy's very generous," she said. She took her keys from her purse.
"Want me to drive?" Shep suggested.
Helene glared at him. "Sorry. Nobody but me drives this car. It's a personal thing. You object if a girl drives you?"
"Why should I object?"
Some guys do."
"It doesn't make any difference to me."
They got into the car and she started up the engine. "Better use the seat belt," she said as they headed out of the parking lot. "I like to drive fast."
"Where are we heading."
"For a drive," she said.
Helene got on the highway at the edge of town and headed north. It was a mild, balmy night, close to midnight, and a full moon shone brightly over the darkened highway. She had the car up to eighty-five before she had gone half a mile, and the southbound cars appeared as blurs as she sped down the road.
"You're really a baseball buff, aren't you, Helene?" he asked.
"Why not? If your old man owned a ball club you'd probably pay attention too."
"Yeah, but most girls don't really go for it that much."
"The hell you say," she said quickly. "I've been hanging around the ball park since I was six years old. The first man who made me was a center fielder for the club. That was five years ago. He's managing a farm team now."
"Are you bragging?"
"No, but I'm not pretending to be a virgin. Why do you think I was waiting for you tonight? To play catch?"
"Five years ago, huh?" he looked at her. "You started young didn't you?"
"Eleven," she said. "I was well developed for my age."
"How old was he?"
"Thirty-six."
"Well developed for his age, too, huh?"
"He liked young girls," Helene said. "In this town, teen-aged girls like ball players. One night I showed up early and found him in the locker room with a girl who was in the sixth grade with me. Both of them were naked, screwing away on a bench. I chased her out of there and he was afraid I'd tell someone what I had seen. I told him I would unless he screwed me. That was my first time."
"But not your last?"
"Not by a long shot."
They came to an exit and Helene swerved the car onto a dirt road. They bounced along for a few miles or so and she brought the car to a screeching halt.
"Here we are," she said. "Where's here?"
"It's a piece of land my father owns. He wants to build a town here someday."
They left the car. Shep followed her up a low slope into a clearing.
"Did we need to go this far?" he asked.
"I felt like driving," she told him. "Besides that, I like it here. I like to make love under the open sky."
"I'm not complaining," he said. She pointed to a fallen tree. "Sit down. Make yourself comfortable."
"While you do what?"
"While I take my clothes off," she answered. "You just sit there and watch."
She was a wild chick, but he wasn't objecting. A girl who drove like a maniac, bragged to a complete stranger how she had lost her cherry at the age of eleven, and who ordered him about like a slave. She was wild all right.
He watched her strip away her clothes.
Zip! And she was out of her summer frock. She tossed it aside carelessly. She stood there in a bra and panties. Her bra strained to contain her massive tits. Her panties were shiny black, brief, and clung snugly to her flared hips and firm buttocks.
Click! And her bra clasp was released. She wriggled her shoulders and the large cups fell forward. Another shake and the bra fell away completely. Her bare breasts gleamed in the moonlight. She stood there, smiling, proud of herself, exulting in her beauty and in the effect she was having on him.
"Go on," she urged. "Have a good look at them!" Her shoulders shook as she jiggled the large, but firm breasts in front of his face.
"That's just what I'm doing," Shep said, a trace of excitement could be found in his voice.
They were fantastic breasts. They were big and round, very white, except at the tips, where they were dark red. The nipples were large and erect, the aureoles around them were large also. Her breasts sprouted high on her chest, and they were set close together. There must be a tremendous set of muscles supporting them, he thought to himself, because they were really big, but they stood out and away from her body without showing as much as a smidgen of droop or the slightest sag.
Shep's mouth watered at the sight. He started to rise, but Helene waved him back.
"You just sit there," she said.
Her hands went to the elastic surrounding her panties at the waist, and she began rolling them down. Down over those flaring hips, past her knees, and to her ankles and off completely.
Now she was naked. She stood there proudly in the moonlight, breathing hard, breasts rising and falling with her every breath, hair shining, eyes bright with lust.
"All right now," she said in a flat, commanding voice. "Stand up."
Shep did as she said.
"Take off your clothes."
He was starting to get a little irked by this master-slave bit, but not enough to lose his temper at her. Let her play her little game, he thought. He'd bet getting the pay-off all the same.
He stripped off his clothes under her heated gaze and stood naked before her. His prick, excited by the sight of her, stood out erect, swollen.
"Oh, it's huge," she said, smiling dreamily. "Come here."
He walked to her.
As he did so, she dropped to the ground in front of him.
"I like sucking cocks," she gasped.
"Feel free," Shep said with a grin.
Her hand grasped the fat prick and her mouth vacuumed his hard-on into her eager mouth. The feel of her soft lips encompassing his swollen prick made his head spin with pleasure, and he had to put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. He could hear Helene's purring sounds mixed with the smacking of her lips as she let her supple tongue swivel around his cockhead and dance along the underside of his throbbing cock. She tantalized the super-sensitive flesh like Shep had never known before.
Shep moved one of his hands to her head and started thrusting his hips to her. "Mmmmm," she moaned as the prick drove repeatedly into her hot, wet, mouth. He watched her gobble at his prick with glee, and he felt an erotic thrill course through him. He redoubled his efforts and jammed his cock into the delightful oral cavity to the delight of both of them.
Her hands played with his balls as her mouth teased at his prick, and she moaned, "Come, come you big stud. Shoot it off in my mouth!"
Shep arched his back forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Then his hips jerked, his ass-cheeks clenched, and his knees went watery again as he felt the pressure building up.
"Ahhrrggg!" He made a raspy grunting sound as her talented tongue brought on his orgasm. The thick, milky fluid flooded her mouth in hot blasts. Her hand wrapped around his prick and her mouth moved to the thick swollen head of his cock. Her hand tugged anxiously as her mouth made loud smacking noises, and she swallowed the copious amounts of juice that shot from his throbbing, pulsating prick.
"Wow!" he gasped. "I've never been sucked so good in all my life!"
Helene just grunted. Her mouth was busily drawing the last traces of juice from his spent prick. Shep held on and watched her. He was fascinated by her total involvement, her complete concentration and look of bliss as she continued to lap at the semi-stiff prick.
A moment later she fell back from her task and sat there, legs spread wide, a silly grin smeared across her face, smacking her lips loudly.
"That was great," she said huskily, her eyes half-closed slits. "That's a great piece of meat you've got there."
"You've got one hell of a mouth for it," Shep said with a satisfied sigh.
"How's your mouth?" she asked, laying back and drawing her knees up to give him a full view of her pussy.
"I'll leave it up to you," he said moving toward her.
She pushed a finger into her wet cunt. "It's good and juicy, Shep. Do you like eating a juicy cunt?"
"Love it," Shep said as he placed a kiss on the smooth, white flesh of her inner thigh. "You'll love it too."
She pulled her finger from the hot slot and grabbed his head, pulling it to her cunt. "You don't have to tease me, baby. I'm ready. Suck me!"
He parted her hair with his fingers and stared at the fleshy lips of her cunt, already swollen with anticipation and pink with passion. His fingers went inside the lips and teased the wet, sensitive flesh. She was hot to the touch, and he looked at the hole and clit waiting for any attention he chose to give. He flicked her clit with his tongue and she shuddered. He gave it a loud kiss, and she moaned tilting her pelvis up to him. He teased and toyed around her cunt with his fingers, lips and tongue, and when he could hold back no longer, he mashed his mouth to the aching hole.
"Oooohh," she moaned. "Yes! Yes!"
"Mmmmm, sweet pussy," he gasped. "Beautiful cunt," he said, his voice muffled by her cunt. He licked harder, faster, losing himself in the hot, wet flesh.
Without pulling his mouth from her sweet box, he pulled her on top of him. She was gyrating wildly on his face and she reached back to play with his prick as she mashed herself to his mouth.
Helene's active hand brought his prick to life again, and the feel of it in her hand made her work her cunt into his face with renewed vigor.
"Suck!" she screamed into the empty darkness of the deserted moonlit night. "Eat it, baby! Oooohh, I'm going to come! Aaarrgghhh, ooohh," she groaned.
Her body convulsed uncontrollably as her orgasm consumed her flailing form. "Shit! Fuck!" she screamed out profanities into the night. "Fuck me now!" she cried out. "Fuck me you stud! I want your cock, now!! "
She rolled off of him and lay out beside him with legs spread wide. "Hurry! Don't let it stop!" she hissed between clenched teeth. "I don't want it to stop!"
Shep's cock was throbbing with lust. Her skillful hand had him rigid again, and he was as anxious as the writhing Helene to continue the lustful play.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said climbing between her outstretched legs. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked."
"Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck me hard, Shep. Fuck me like I've never been fucked!"
Shep grabbed his prick and aimed it at the slick hole in front of him. With a grunt he lunged into the well-lubricated cunt and felt her cunt lips slide easily over his swollen prick and into her snug vagina.
"Aaahhh," she sighed. "Wonderful," she hissed.
Her cunt was burning, hot as hell. She had a real fire raging there, and it was he, he thought to himself, who ignited that inferno. He had done that with some finesse, but there was no need for that now. He fucked her hard, never letting up on the savage beat, slamming into her again and again with fast-rising pleasure.
Her cunt was tight around his prick, hot, and it sucked at his swollen organ just as her mouth had sucked. Her hips gyrated beneath him, her breathing was ragged, her mouth hung open, her eyes were closed. Her hands went to his head and pulled his face to her huge globes.
"Suck them!" she ordered. "Suck my tits!"
Shep complied with her orders and pushed his face into the soft, firm, cherry-tipped breasts. Her stiff nipples brushed against his face and he immediately grasped one with his lips.
"Ooohh, bite it," she whimpered ecstatically. "Bite it hard. I love it."
He bit down on the firm nub and she squealed with delight. He continued to suck her breasts and fuck her hard. He was rewarded with her cries of joy and her body responded with equally savage thrusts of her hips.
Moments later she was near her orgasm and cried out, "Now! Now! Harder! Fuck me harder! Ooohhh, I'm going off! Oooohh!"
Her legs tightened around him and she screamed with joy. When Shep blew his load into her vagina she cried out even louder. The hot spurts of juice coating her insides brought on further spasms of so pleasure for her, and she responded with lustful thrusts of her cunt onto the driving, spitting prick.
After the last spasms had died to mere tremors they fell apart and lay on the ground panting from the strenuous exercise.
"That was the second home run for you today," she said with a wicked little grin. "It was so good I thought I'd die."
"I aim to please," Shep said in a satisfied tone of voice.
"Your prick felt like a bat jammed in my cunt. It was fantastic." Her eyes were lit up with a look of complete happiness. "I can't wait for you to get hard again," she told him.
"I think I'm going to like playing for your old man's team," Shep said.
"You keep hitting home runs," she said. "I'll keep you happy if you do."
Shep looked at his watch. It was close to two o'clock. "Maybe we ought to get back to town."
She laughed loudly. "Are you kidding? You aren't going anywhere tonight, stud. I want more of that prick of yours, and I'll get it."
Her hand crept down over the shrunken cock. "I know how to put some life into you again," she giggled.
Before Shep could object he felt her hot breath on his cock, and a second later her mouth was working on the lifeless flesh. He couldn't believe that she was ready again so soon after being satisfied twice already, but there she was sucking his prick again.
Well, he could match her any day of the week and if that was what she wanted, then that was what she'd get. He lay back and relaxed, letting the wild little vixen ply her lips to him.
That she did. Expertly, unrestrained, she worked her lips over his prick, and the lifeless flesh sprang back to rock hardness with her every caress.
"See? I told you," she said masturbating the blood-gorged prick. "Now you can fuck me again!" she said with apparent glee.
She turned loose his cock and turned to push her swollen breasts in his face. She cupped them with both hands and rubbed the stiff nipples across his lips, groaning with pleasure as they scraped his nibbling lips.
"Oooohh, I like that," she groaned. "Suck them, honey! Suck them!"
His lips closed over her nipple and he sucked the flesh into his mouth. She groaned louder. He pushed her onto her back without taking his mouth from her tantalizing breast and climbed onto the ragged-breathing girl.
Helene spread her legs for him and guided his prick back where it had been but a short time before, and she lunged up to impale herself on the stiff cock with a gasp.
"Unnnhhh," she grunted as he returned her thrust. "Go, Shep! Go!"
They repeated this scene throughout the dark hours of the morning, and it was daylight before Helene had decided that she was satisfied.
3
They drove back to town. Shep was fully dressed, and he sat there gaping at Helene in the bright daylight wearing nothing but a seat belt around her waist as she sped down the highway.
"Suppose a cop sees you?" he asked.
"My father will fix it," she told him. "Besides there aren't any cops on this stretch of road."
There weren't any cops, but there were other cars, and nearly half a dozen accidents took place when drivers took a double take of the nude blonde.
At one point on the way back to town, Helene put her left foot on the accelerator and threw her right leg out toward Shep.
"Want to play with me?" she asked with a grin.
He looked down at her cunt. It was covered, splattered with dry come. The hairs of her pussy were glued to her cunt lips, and the flesh was red and looked raw to Shep.
"Thanks, but no thanks," he said quickly.
She put her leg back down and continued to speed along. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know," she said with that same wicked grin he had seen before. "If you feel like it I could pull off the road and we could screw a little more."
Shep nodded his disapproval.
"I guess your right. There's always tomorrow."
When they reached town, Helene took him back to the parking lot by the ball park. She got out of the car and strolled casually about as if she were in her own bedroom, and proceeded to dress by the car. Watching her, fascinated by the trim play of muscles in her ass, and the swaying of those dangling tits, Shep was almost tempted to throw her in the back seat and fuck her again. Or, he thought, more in line with her thinking, they could go out on the ball field and tear up the infield.
But he resisted the temptation.
She finished dressing and got back in the car. "See you at the ball park," she said, and when he had gotten out, she drove away in a cloud of dust.
He got into his own car, quite a comedown after the ride he had just had, and drove to the boarding house where he was staying. He got into bed and thought about the night's happenings. But in no time at all he was fast asleep.
Five hours passed swiftly, and it was ten after twelve. He had twenty minutes to get to the ball park for the game and make like an athlete.
He didn't make it. He showered, shaved and headed for the ball park fifteen minutes late. Everybody else was in uniform and out on the field warming up. As he came out of the dugout he caught sight of Helene with a catcher's glove on. She was catching for one of the relief pitchers, and she grinned broadly when she saw him and waved.
"Hi there, Shep!" she called, loud enough for everyone in the park to hear.
He waved back. She looked fresh as a daisy, as though she had slept all night. He felt like a wreck, and was still trying to clear the fog from his mind.
Tom McMurdo came walking over. He looked more sour than usual.
"Out celebrating last night, kid?"
"Does it show that much, Tom?"
"It shows plenty. The bags under your eyes have bags under them."
"I feel all right," Shep protested. "I fell like I have a big game in me today."
"Out with the Armstrong girl last night?" McMurdo asked.
"Well..."
"Don't snow me, kid. I've been playing this game before you were old enough to walk. Didn't I tell you to stay away from her?"
Shep looked McMurdo straight in the eyes. "There's nothing in my contract that says my manager can direct my love life for me, is there?"
"No," McMurdo said flatly. "There isn't, and there's nothing in my contract that says I've got to recommend your promotion to a higher league, either. I can report that you're insubordinate, and you'll rot in the minors forever."
"Listen, Tom. I hit a home run last night and won the game, didn't I? And I'm going to get my hits today. As long as I produce, what do you care what hours I keep?"
"Because I know what that girl is like, and what she can do to a ballplayer. If you keep staying out nights with her, within a week you won't be able to hit the ball outside of the pitcher's mound. She'll take the strength out of you. I've seen her work before. It will happen to you too."
"I'll make a deal with you."
"What kind of deal?"
"As long as I produce for you, you stay out of my private life," Shep said.
"All right. But you're no superman, and you'll fall apart just like all the rest."
McMurdo turned and walked away, obviously angry. Shep grinned. He must think I have a chance to get to the majors, he thought to himself. He wanted to develop a superstar and get a boost for himself to a better position than coaching a B Class team. He didn't want Shep throwing it all away for a blonde nympho.
The only thing wrong was that Shep didn't feel as good as he had told McMurdo. His head was throbbing, and his reflexes were dull. Between Helene and a lack of sleep he felt like hell.
It showed when he took batting practice. He managed to get one ball into the stands, and it barely went. The rest of his hits were weak shots around the ball park.
"What's the matter, college boy?" Boyce taunted. "They move the fences back since last night?"
"I'm just saving my stuff," Shep said weakly.
When he walked away from the plate his hands were shaking. Joe Floyd came up to him, a little man, shortstop with an inability to get hits consistently that would keep him in the minors for life.
"You didn't look so good out there, slugger," Joe said.
"They don't count hits in batting practice," Shep said.
"Yeah. You reminded me of myself up there at the plate. She really gave you a going over last night, huh?"
Shep stared in disbelief. "What the hell. . . Does everyone in town know about her?"
"You're new," Joe said with a grin. "Helene makes it with all the rookies. Last year was my turn. Last night was yours. We all knew that. She's a great one, huh? Man, I wish I could fuck her again."
"You had her last year, huh?"
"I told you. Everybody gets her at least once. I remember how bad I played after a night with her. I don't think I'll ever forget that night." The wiry shortstop pulled a bottle from his pocket. "Here," he said. "Have one. You could use the boost I bet."
"What are they?"
"Just a pep pill. They'll pick you up."
"Thanks anyway," Shep said. "I don't go for those things."
As game time neared, he began to wonder if maybe he should have taken one. He was dead tired. It was a struggle just to keep his eyes open. His nerves felt like soggy strings. For all his bragging he realized that he, like any mortal, had limits.
He couldn't get over how it was common knowledge that he and Helene had been out the night before. Everyone was grinning and winking at him with that knowing look. They were welcoming him to the club, he thought to himself, not the ball club, but the "I had Helene, the blonde nympho" club.
It was a bad night for the club and for Shep. They lost the game fourteen to six, and Shep managed to drop an easy fly ball that let two runs score to add to the total. The only thing that saved his pride for the night was a home run he hit in the fourth inning, other than that his hitting was way off for the game.
In the eighth inning, Shep sprained his ankle slightly and McMurdo sent him to the dressing room to shower and take it easy on his ankle. "I'm all right," he protested in vain. "I'm not taking any chances," McMurdo told him. "This game is down the tube anyway. I'm not taking any chances of you getting a worse sprain trying to play in a game we couldn't win."
Shep headed for the locker room. When he walked in he threw his mit into his locker and stripped off his clothes. He took a hot shower, and when he came out, Helene was standing next to his locker, her eyes fixed on his prick. "What ... what are you doing here."
"I came to see you," she said with that certain grin spread over her face. "You can't come in here," he said looking J around to see if anyone saw her.
"Why the hell not?" she said confidently. "You're a girl, damn it! You aren't supposed to be in the players' dressing room."
"Relax," she said with a casual wave of her hand. "I always do. The other players are used to seeing me here."
"Well, if you don't have any modesty yourself, you should at least respect the privacy of the other players."
"Oh, they don't mind," she said cheerfully. "They like me in here looking at them. Besides, my father owns this club. I can do whatever I feel like. Who the hell are you to lecture me? Two days you've been here and already you're telling me what's right and wrong. You have some nerve."
"What does your father say about your being in the locker room?"
"He doesn't tell me anything. He hasn't dared since I was eleven years old. Let's change the subject."
"To what?"
"To us. I loved that home run of yours today."
"We're losing the game," Shep said.
"Who gives a damn. You hit a home run, and that's what the people come out to see. I want you to take me out tonight and celebrate."
"I can't. I'm going home and get a good night's rest. I have to play a double-header tomorrow."
He turned and headed back to the shower. He felt a hand on the towel wrapped around his waist, and a second after there was no towel.
Helene stood there grinning, eyeing his prick with a hot stare. "I want some, now!" she said huskily. Her eyes glistened with need.
"Are you crazy!" Shep exclaimed. "You can't be serious."
Before he could say another word she was kneeling in front of him, her hand on his prick, and her lips pressing against his limp prick.
"Quit that!" he ordered, but her mouth worked on. "You can't..."
"But I am," she mumbled as she continued to suck at his cock.
Shep tried to pull away from her tantalizing mouth, but she held fast. Her mouth on his cock had the desired effect, and his prick swelled in her mouth. She released her mouth from him and ran to the nearest bench. With a quick motion, she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. Then she lay with her legs spread and her skirt pulled up over her hips waiting for him.
"Hurry!" she panted. "I'm burning up! Give it to me!"
Shep looked at the girl spread out before his eyes. His prick was standing straight out, swollen, thick, ready to be put in a sweet snug pussy. He looked around and listened to find any signs of life. When he found none, he moved to her and put his prick at the entrance to her cunt, rubbing his prick on her cunt lips to open her for his prick.
"Put it in!" she screamed. "Hurry!"
Shep drove his cock into the gasping girl's cunt to the hilt with one hard thrust of his hips, and Helene screamed with pain and joy at the same time. He pulled it out, and jammed it back again, and she whimpered happily at his rough treatment. In a way he was paying her back for trapping him like this, and for ordering him around as if he was her slave.
He fucked her savagely, smashing his cock into the yielding cunt with a passion. His balls made a loud 'slapping noise as he drove into her and they followed to smack her ass.
"Faster! Faster!" she demanded. "Fuck the hell out of me!" she hissed. "More! More!"
He rammed it into her faster and harder and she squealed with delight. "That's it, baby! More! More!"
Helene jerked, and she gasped loudly as she went off. "Ooohh, fantastic," she groaned. "Come on, baby, fill me up. Blow my cunt off!"
Shep obliged her and shot his load into her writhing body. She smiled with glee and humped onto the driving cock. "Go, man! Go! Go! Go!"
She nearly fell off the narrow bench in an effort to get all she could from his pulsating prick, and she had to grab the bench as she threw her hips up to him.
She finally went limp with exhaustion, and Shep pulled away from her.
"Great!" she said weakly. "That was just great!"
The sounds of people coming in from the dugout startled Shep. He picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist again.
"Get up!" he said excitedly. "Hurry! Someone is coming."
"What are you worrying about?" she asked casually. "Most of them have seen me like this before." She giggled.
"Come on," he said.
"Oh, all right. I don't know why you're so excited, but if it'll make you happy." She got up and put her panties on. Just as she was smoothing the front of her skirt the players started coming into the locker room. One by one they passed by to go to their lockers. Each gave Shep a big grin and walked by. Helene just stood there smiling at Shep, and he wondered when she was going to leave.
But she didn't go. Even as the players started undressing, she stood there. No one seemed to pay any attention to her. They stripped and went into the shower as if she weren't there, and Helene's eyes followed them, one by one.
He watched her. Her eyes were lit up like a neon sign, it was a nympho's paradise, cock all over the place, all she could ask for. He wondered if she'd take the rest of the team on now. He was sure it was passing through her mind. She seemed intoxicated by the sight of so many naked men.
She turned to Shep. "Well, how about tonight?"
"I can't," he told her.
"Come on, Shep, please."
"I really have to get some rest. How about tomorrow night."
She looked at him coldly. "Tonight!"
"Sorry," he said. "I just can't do that." He turned and went to his locker. When he turned back, she was gone.
Shep thought about Helene. It was possible that he had made an enemy, a very powerful enemy. Well, too bad. He wasn't anyone's slave, and she wasn't going to dictate what and when he was going to be doing off the field. But, she was really something else. He had just fucked her with a couple of thousand people above them. Then she had stayed in the dressing room while forty players stripped and showered. She had given each and every one of them a personal inspection as if they were flowers in her garden. Hell, I guess in a way we are. Anyway you cut it Helene Armstrong was something else. A real kook.
He finished showering again and dressed. As he left the stadium, he looked around to see if she were still in the ball park. There was no sign of her, and he headed for his car. Well, if she wouldn't come across any more after this, he'd get his somewhere else. But he doubted it would ever be the same as Helene dished out.
He drove back to the boarding house. There was a letter from Lily waiting for him. She didn't have much to say, but she took great lengths to say it. It boiled down to: she was bored with her job, she missed him, what's happening with his baseball career, and she missed him.
Shep smiled to himself and put the letter down. Lily. Good old Lily. I wonder what she'd do if she knew about Helene? What the hell. They weren't married yet. She wouldn't expect him to do without a little loving through a whole summer. Well, she'd never know anyway.
He took his clothes off and dropped them in a heap. Then he dropped in a heap on the bed himself. It wasn't much past five o'clock in the afternoon. He could get plenty of sleep for the game tomorrow.
He closed his eyes and fell into a sound sleep easily. It was not a lengthy one. It seemed like only seconds later that he was awakened by a loud rapping on the door. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw it was only half-past seven, and that wasn't in the morning either.
He sat up and yawned. "Who is it?"
Instead of answering, the door opened and Helene stood there. She stood there smiling at the naked body spread out on the bed.
"Wake up nature boy. Put some clothes on. We're going out to dinner."
He stared at her through half-shut eyes. "I told you I wanted to get some rest tonight, Helene."
She laughed. "You don't know me very well, Shep. If you did, you'd know I don't take no for an answer."
She was a stunning sight. She was wearing a light-blue sheath that was molded to her body like skin. It ended a foot and a half below her neck, and exposed her lush, full breasts almost to the nipples. He could see where the rosy aureoles started and it was an exciting sight. The dress came to a stop about twelve inches above her knees and that, too, was a sight to see.
As she stood there smiling, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Come on," she said. "Up."
"You win," Shep said, grinning despite himself. "How the hell did you know where to find me?"
"Your address is on file with the team. Get moving, will you. I'm starved."
"Take it easy. Give me a minute to wake up. I haven't had much rest the last couple of days."
"I know," she said smiling.
"Yeah," he said smiling back at her. "I guess you would."
4
Shep ambled up from the bed and padded across the room on his way to the bathroom. Helene didn't take her eyes off his naked body for a second, until he had closed the door behind him.
He splashed cold water in his face until he felt moderately awake. The two hours of sleep had helped, but he would have appreciated six or seven hours more. It looked as if he would never get any sleep in this town. Well, he could think of worse things happening than to be chased around by Helene.
When he came out of the bathroom, Helene was standing next to the dresser reading Lily's letter.
"You always read other people's mail?" he asked.
"When I feel like it," she said sweetly. "Who's this Lily?"
"A friend of mine."
"A very good friend, it sounds like."
"She's a girl I knew in college."
"You engaged to her?"
"Not quite," Shep said. "Let's say we're in the early stages of being engaged."
"I suppose you'll be seeing her before the summer's over?"
"Look, let's get off the subject, huh?"
"No. Are you going to answer her letter."
"Of course I am."
"Are you going to tell her about me?"
Shep shook his head. "You know damned well I'm not."
"Is she pretty?"
"Come on, Helene..."
"Prettier than me?"
"For Christ's sake, Helene."
"Show me a picture of her," she demanded.
"I thought you were in a hurry to eat?"
"Show me her picture," Helene demanded again.
"Man, you're something else. Okay. Here. I'll show you a picture."
He picked up his wallet and took two pictures out. "Here," he said, handing the photos to her. "Take a look. I'm going to get dressed."
She studied the pictures for a moment and said, "You like your women with big tits, don't you?"
"Doesn't everyone?"
"She's stacked. Is what she has as good as what I have, Shep?"
"She's got plenty. So do you."
"Whose are bigger?"
"I didn't measure," he said with a sigh. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of telling her that, although Lily's breasts were great, hers were fantastic.
"You sleep with her, huh?"
"What are you, a Kinsey researcher?"
"Is she a good screw?"
"She's great," Shep said. "Want to know what she does with me, or doesn't it matter?"
"I'm glad she's not here," she said. "That way I don't have to share you."
"You've got a whole damn team to fuck. Why worry about me?"
"You're the newest," she said. "Also the best-looking, and the best fuck I've had for a long time. Besides that you hit home runs, and I love to watch that. It makes me tingle all over. I get all hot and bothered when you hit a home run, do you know that?"
"You're crazy," Shep said.
"Aren't we all?"
A few minutes later they left. They took her car and headed for town. The restaurant was high up on a hill overlooking a lake. It was a plush establishment with the parking lot filled to capacity with Cadillacs, Imperials, and expensive foreign cars. Evidently it was where all the bigwigs in the area came to eat.
When they went in the staff bowed and scraped to please them and it was obvious that Helene Armstrong was known and carried considerable weight here.
They had a few drinks, and looked over the menu. The prices were flat out exorbitant. They dined extravagantly, and when it came time to leave, they did. No check, no nothing. They just got up and left. It was a unique experience.
They got the car from the parking lot and Helene sped from the hill.
"I'm stuffed," she said. "A nice cool drive now, that's what I need. And afterward, some exercise."
"What kind of exercise?" Shep asked.
"The relaxing kind," she said smiling.
She drove with a suicidal frenzy, letting the car full out, or close to it. They were doing more than a hundred miles an hour, of that he was sure, but he couldn't bring himself to look at the speedometer. He just watched the miles whiz by through the window.
Then she slowed down. If you called eighty miles an hour slowing down, and she left the main road.
"We going where we were last night?" he asked.
"No. I've been driving in the other direction. Haven't you noticed?"
"Everything was such a blur I didn't really notice."
"Chicken," she said. "You ought to be with me sometime when I really go fast."
"I'll take a cab that night."
They were on a country road, and they turned again into a leafy glade where she brought the car to a stop.
"It's a cemetery," he said with surprise.
"You're very observant."
"What the hell are we doing here?"
"We're going to get some exercise, a little loving," she said. "It's nice and private here, and just a little spooky, but I don't mind. It adds something."
"There are night watchmen in cemeteries."
"Not this one."
She led him through the headstones, and chose a grassy knoll.
She stripped out of her dress in a jiffy. It was like a dancer taking off a breakaway costume, it was gone in a wink of the eye. She wore a half-cup bra and a skimpy pair of transparent panties, nothing more.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked him. "Get your clothes off."
"Yeah," he said. "Sure."
He looked at her as he stripped away his clothes. She was beautiful. Her large breasts seemed even larger and rounder tonight, close together, with their stiff nipples standing erect. She was breathing faster now, already excited, breasts rising and falling, nostrils flared.
When he was naked, she came over to him.
"Lie down," she said.
"Whatever rings your chimes, honey."
He stretched out on his back. The grass was cool and damp on his back. The moon was bright and lit up the surrounding countryside. He felt perfectly relaxed laying out under the stars and thought how easy it would be to close his eyes and sleep.
Helene lowered herself beside him. He thought he knew what she was going to do and his cock twitched with anticipation. But he was wrong. Helene had something else in mind.
She lay down beside him, and he felt her breasts brushing against his hardened cock. That was a grand feeling to have those globes of flesh touching his prick.
Then she pulled him closer, trapping his cock, holding it with her breasts, pushing them together around his throbbing cock.
"There," she breathed. "That's what I wanted!"
She began to move tantalizingly.
Shep had never in his life had a girl do something like this to him. The sensations were strange, unique, and utterly fascinating. To feel those cool, swollen breasts against him, it was marvelous.
He began to help her, and she sighed and worked faster, squeezing her breasts tighter. She brought him to an orgasm in a short time.
"I'm coming! I'm almost there!" he gasped.
"Go all the way," she said.
"But ... but..." he sputtered.
"Never mind me," she said. "Shoot your load when you're ready."
He was puzzled with her display of generosity. If ever a selfish female had lived on this earth, Helene was she, but now she was foregoing her own pleasure to please him. It was completely out of character for her.
"Go on!" she urged. "Shoot your load into my tits!" There was an excitement in her voice. "Come, baby! Come!"
She squeezed her breasts more tightly around his prick and her body jerked as she masturbated him with her breasts. She continued to urge him to shoot off as she worked on his prick, and she was excited more and more by the unusual act.
Shep gasped and grunted with pleasure, his eyes closed and he pumped his prick between the firm breasts. The sensation blurred his mind and dulled his perception of reality. He lost himself in the lust that was taken over his reflexes and thrust again and again into the lush breasts until he exploded with an orgasm. His prick spewed out copious amounts of come onto her breasts and lubricated his jerking cock, adding to the already fantastic pleasure he felt. He heard Helene squeal with delight as he bathed her large round breasts with his come.
Then it was over. Shep lay on the cool grass catching his breath, and he looked up at her. She looked wild, smiling, her eyes gleaming with passion. She got to her feet.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"There's a little stream that runs through the cemetery. I'm going to cool myself off."
He watched her walk away, a pale sensual figure in the moonlight. After a few minutes he followed her. The stream was close by. He saw her crouched by the edge splashing water over herself. She was a stunning figure kneeling there.
He went over to her, and she stood up dripping wet and giggling loudly.
"Let's go wading," she suggested.
"All right."
The stream was no more than three feet deep, and had plenty of weeds growing in it, but the water was fast flowing and cool. They walked into the water and submerged themselves completely. For the hundredth time that night he told himself he had never seen anything more beautiful. Not lovable, but beautiful.
When they stepped from the water, their bodies gleaming in the moonlight, she came up close to him.
"Now my turn," she whispered softly.
Her arms closed about him and she pulled herself close to him. Although no more than fifteen or twenty minutes had passed, Shep found himself responding, ready to go again. He put his arms around her and held her tightly to him. His lips crushed against hers, and he kissed her passionately.
She tugged at him and drew him down into the tall grass at the edge of the stream. His hands explored her lush body slowly, and when his fingers probed her cunt, he found her wet and ready for his prick. She groaned with need as his fingers played with her clit.
"Do you want to be fucked, or sucked?" he asked in a whisper.
"Mmmmm, fucked!" she gasped.
Shep spread her legs apart and climbed between them. He guided his prick, swollen, thick with blood, and imbedded it into her juicy cunt to its full length with a series of short stabs. His hairs meshed with her nest as his cock rested impaled in her. He thrust his prick leisurely and pleasurably in a steady rhythm that brought cries of pleasure from her.
As he maintained his steady, unhurried pace, he grasped her tit in his mouth and flicked his tongue against the sensitive, stiff nipple. The tingling pulses of his tongue drove her wild, combined with the steady pumping of his cock into her burning cunt, and she bucked and tossed beneath him.
"Ooohh, fuck me! Ooohhh," she moaned.
The rocking motion of his hips increased in tempo. Supporting himself with one arm, he squeezed at her breasts while he sucked at the tasty nub.
"Ooohh," she groaned again. "I'm coming! Fuck me harder, Shep! Now! Now! Harder! Faster! Harder!" Her voice was a series of grunts, begging him to work harder. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm coming! Ahhhrror!" Her anguished growl diminished into a low gurgle of satisfaction as she jerked and writhed under his relentless lunging.
He was stimulated further by her cries and soon exploded in her, filling her hot slot with come. They remained beating a steady rhythm to each other until the last spasms had long past, and then they fell apart.
"You are really the greatest," she said weakly. "You have the greatest prick in the world. I can't get enough of it."
Shep lay there smiling.
After a long rest, Helene got up and went into the water. She washed herself completely and rubbed at her pussy.
"That's the first time I ever got sore," she said with a broad grin. "You must be great, Shep. Only that fat cock of yours could have done that."
He laughed at her.
"Bring it over here and I'll kiss it and make it better," he kidded.
But Helene didn't take it as a joke and she came over to him, standing with legs spread. "I'm waiting," she said, a grin spread over her face. "Kiss it and make it better."
"Well, I was only joking," he said. "But if you really want me to."
"I want you to," she said softly.
Shep moved over in front of her and grasped her cunt with his hand. He massaged the hairy mound and planted a kiss on her cunt.
"Mmmmmm, don't stop," she moaned. "Please don't stop."
Her hand went to his head and she twined her fingers in his hair pulling his face to her pussy.
"Suck it, Shep. Suck me off, please," she pleaded.
His tongue flicked out at the reddened flesh of her cunt lips and she gasped with delight. He spread her cunt open with his fingers and lapped at the moist flesh hungrily. He loved sucking this vixen off, he thought to himself. He couldn't think why he enjoyed it so much, but he did. It excited the hell out of him to push his face into her box and drive her wild.
He licked her cunt, and let his lips trail around to her ass. She whimpered with pleasure. He stabbed at her crack with his tongue, and she reached to her buttocks and pulled them apart. He looked at the brownish, rubbery hole and flicked his tongue at it. At the same time he pushed a finger into her cunt, then two.
"Ooohh, Shep," she groaned. "Ooohhh!"
He completely bathed her buttocks and crack before he returned to her cunt, and by then she was wavering in the moonlight, unable to stand there without holding onto his shoulders tightly. When his mouth covered her box again she crumpled down to the ground.
"I can't take it!" she cried out. "It's so wonderful!"
He adjusted himself to her writhing body and continued his unending attack with his mouth. She was in ecstasy, her body jerked, convulsed out of control as he sucked at her cunt.
"Aaggrror," she groaned and her body stiffened. "Here I go! I'm coming!" she gasped. "Ooohhh, fuck! It's so good!" He could feel her cunt contracting and spasming around his stabbing tongue as she squirmed and writhed. Her screams of joy filled the night and she pulled his head tightly to her cunt.
Shep didn't stop lapping at her hole until she had gone limp with exhaustion. Then he sat back and looked at the contented look on her face as she lay there with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her face.
"Is it better now?" he asked her.
"Mmmmm, so much better." She sighed heavily. "Not only do you have the greatest cock in the world, but you have one hell of a talented tongue."
"I like my work," he said.
"Do you? Do you really like to eat me?"
"I love it."
"I'm glad, because you really drive me crazy doing that. Not that you don't drive me nuts with that prick of yours too."
"I'm glad you like like it."
He wasn't lying. He wondered how he could dislike a person, but yet, how he could be drawn so to the same person. He really couldn't resist her, he had to give in to her imperious whims in all things. He lay back and relaxed.
Things could be worse. Hadn't he hit two home runs in as many days? He was the town hero at the moment, and he was batting a thousand in the lust league with Helene. Besides that there was Lily. He was doing all right.
They lay there under the stars for about an hour. Helene had mercy on him and didn't keep him out all night. They left the cemetery before midnight, and this time she wore her clothes when she drove back to town.
He was back at his apartment before one o'clock, and she didn't come in with him.
"See you at the game," she told him.
"Sure. I'm going to get a good night of sleep. Tomorrow is a big day."
She started down the road, and Shep headed for his bed. When he got in he set the alarm for noon, just in case. But ten hours of sleep was all that his body seemed to need and he woke at eleven of his own accord. He got up feeling refreshed and invigorated, a far cry from the morning before. No headache, dull nerves, or any of the other bad feelings. He was ready to play two games today.
He took a long warm shower and a shave which made him feel even better, if that were possible.
He looked at the clock again. Eleven-twenty-five. He had time for a quick breakfast.
He whistled on his way down the stairs and down the street to the coffee shop on the corner. He thought about last night, and how good Helene had looked in that dress. In it and out of it. That had been a good evening, and he was really ready for what was coming today at the ball park.
5
The same waitress who had waited on him the first day he had come to town was on duty at the coffee shop. A cute kid with long brown hair and large brown eyes to match. It was a quiet Sunday morning and the coffee shop was deserted. When he walked in, he thought the girl would fall off the stool as she gasped with undisguised awe as he came in.
"Good morning, Shep!" she said in an excited voice.
Now he knew for sure that he was a hero. He bet that everyone knew his name in this town.
"Hi," he said. "What's good for breakfast?"
"Gee, we've got anything you want! That's two days in a row you've been in here, you know that?"
He nodded. "Looks like I'll be in here pretty often, honey. I live right up the block."
"Really!" she gasped with disbelief.
He thought she was going to do a flip when she learned he lived close by. She obviously had a crush on him.
She brought a menu, and Shep ordered some hot rolls and coffee. With the game so close, he didn't want to stuff his stomach with too much food. When the waitress went to the kitchen, she gave him an extra ration of rear-end wiggle. Her pert ass twitched tantalizingly to and fro, and Shep felt a stirring in his crotch.
He grinned. She was a good-looking kid, maybe eighteen, with a good body as far as he could tell, under the shapeless uniform she wore. Only her breasts and ass were outlined, and they seemed quite satisfactory, quite satisfactory indeed. She was probably popular with the local teen-age set, but by the way she had acted when she saw him, she had ideas of making it with one of the local ballplayers. Maybe with the great Shep Coleman.
She brought him his coffee.
"I saw the game yesterday, Shep," she confided. "That was a terrific home run you hit."
"Thanks, but we lost the game anyway."
"Oh, who cares about that. We always lose, but you really tagged a beauty. You going to hit another one today?"
"I'm going to try," he said modestly.
"I'll be there. I get off at one o'clock, so I can make it by starting time. I'll be sitting in the left-field bleachers. Will you hit a ball to me, Shep? Will you?"
"Sure," he said, grinning.
"That a promise?"
"That's a promise."
"I'll hold you to it," she said. "I'm Jeanie Anderson. If I catch a ball you hit, will you autograph it?"
"I'll be glad to, Jeanie," he said, as his eyes traveled over her body.
He was still chuckling to himself over the conversation as he drove to the ball park. One weekend in town and already he had a fan club. The great Coleman, he thought to himself, and he laughed out loud. This town was full of Jeanie Andersons, and if he kept on banging the balls into the seats, he could take his pick of the women here.
Shep wondered what Jeanie would be like in bed. A sweet young thing like her probably wasn't very sophisticated, but his mouth watered at the thought of sucking her young box.
When he arrived at the ball park, he went to the locker room and put on his uniform and went out to warm up. After fielding some ground balls and a few flies, he took a turn at batting. He was in good form today, and he belted the ball all over and out of the park. One blast off his bat completely left the park, and he stood there with the rest of the players, mouth agape. He couldn't remember ever hitting a ball that far.
"My God!" Boyce said from the mound.
McMurdo standing by third base, cupped his hands and shouted, "Hey, Coleman, come here for a minute, will yoy?"
McMurdo was with Walter Armstrong, the owner, and he felt a little uneasy about talking to McMurdo with him there. After what had been going on with Helene, and everybody seeming to know, he wanted to avoid this meeting, but there was no way to duck out now.
"That was a good shot, Coleman," McMurdo said. "Think you can save a few like that for the game?"
"I'll try," Shep said.
Armstrong was beaming at Shep. He was a short, plump man, about fifty, but looked older.
He said, "We've been playing ball in this park for twenty-five years, son. I've never seen anybody hit a ball out of the park until today."
Shep shrugged nervously. "It was a lucky shot," he said without looking directly at the old man.
"You're just being modest," Armstrong said, enthusiastically. "You have the stuff for being a great hitter."
Shep stood there quietly.
"I want you to know I've been watching you since you joined us, and I'm pleased. Very pleased. You've even impressed my daughter. She hasn't stopped talking about you since you got here. We both think you're the best player to be on this team for as long as it's been in business." He sighed. "The pity of it is, that with this kind of play, you'll be gone from here to a Triple A team by September, and with the Dodgers by the following year. But at least we can claim that we broke you into baseball. Well, I've got to run along. Keep up the good work."
"He's a swell guy," McMurdo said after Armstrong had left. "He loves this game."
"How much does he know. . .about his daughter I mean?" Shep asked.
"Everything," McMurdo said flatly.
"Including that Helene and I have ... have been..."
"He knows," McMurdo cut in. "He doesn't pretend when she is out all night, that she's at a Girl Scout meeting."
"He knows that she's making it with every one around, including me, and he talks to me as though it doesn't matter."
"It doesn't," McMurdo said.
"That's hard to believe," Shep said shaking his head slowly.
"Yeah," the coach said putting his hand on Shep's shoulder. "But that's the way it is. He figures your going to make the big league, and he loves to have a son-in-law who's a star in the majors."
"Not me," Shep said with alarm. "Majors, yes, but not his son-in-law."
"He's worth a couple of million, easy," McMurdo said. "And she's his only child."
"My price is higher than that. You think I want a wife that a whole ball club has been screwing for the last five years? No way. I'll bet even you've been in her pants."
The coach's face reddened. "I'm a married man, Coleman."
"So are some of the players. Come on, confess! You've fucked her, haven't you?"
"Get back to batting practice," McMurdo said. "Go run around the field a little."
Shep grinned slyly. McMurdo was grinning, too, just a little, and he turned and walked briskly away.
Shep turned on a star performance in the double header. Three home runs and a handful of hits to boot. His fielding was spectacular, and the crowd went wild with his flawless play. They won the first game easily, but lost the second, even with two of his three home runs in that game.
It was the third inning, of the second game, that he blasted a ball into the left-field bleachers. He watched the ball float into the seats and thought he saw a girl that looked like Jeanie Anderson back in the twelfth row. There's your ball, baby, he thought to himself. I hope you brought a glove with you.
After he returned to the dugout with his third and last homer for the day, McMurdo looked gloomy. With a straight face, he said, "Hell, Shep, you're making a joke out of the game. You have to hit a home run every time?" Then his face broke into a smile and he chuckled merrily.
Shep sat down and he daydreamed of things to come. Sooner or later somebody in the Dodger front office was going to take notice. Somebody would look at the records and say, "Hey, there's a guy in the minors who's got twenty home runs in fifteen games. Is he for real?"
"Maybe we ought to take a look," someone else would say, and with that he would be on his way. It was a nice dream.
In the locker room after the game, McMurdo was bellowing, "Remember, everyone get here by one o'clock tomorrow. We got a lot of traveling ahead of us. Anyone who misses the bus will be fined a hundred dollars."
The team was going on a nine-day road trip through the surrounding towns. It wasn't much to look forward to. Living in cheap hotels, eating at bad restaurants, and he'd be away from his local supply of loyal fans.
There was no sign of Helene when he was ready to leave the ball park. He was a little surprised at that, considering the way she had been haunting him for the last two days. Maybe she figured he needed a night off, or maybe she was waiting at his place. On the other hand, maybe she was out with one of the other players, just for the sake of variety.
Well, it didn't matter one way or the other. If she showed, fine. But if not, that was all right too.
He parked his car a block from the boarding house. As he walked toward the building, he noticed the figure of a girl sitting on the steps in front.
Jeanie.
She was grinning at him, and tossing a baseball from hand to hand.
"Hi," she said cheerfully. "I've been waiting for you to come home, Shep."
"Well now," he said. "How come?"
"Look!" she said, holding the ball out to him.
He smiled. "Did you get that at the game?"
"Well, not really," she confessed. "A boy I know caught it. But I made him give it to me. It's one of your home runs, Shep. You kept your word and hit one around where I was sitting."
"I told you I'd try."
She got to her feet. In the gathering darkness she looked a little older than she really was, a little less adolescent. He noticed the full, firm breasts pushing out the front of her white blouse, and the supple curves under her gaily-colored skirt. There was an excitement in her eyes, they were filled with awe, and desire.
"You didn't forget your other promise, did you?" she asked. "You said you'd autograph a baseball for me if I got one."
"That's right, I did."
"Well, will you?"
"Sure," he told her. "Sure I will." He took a quick look around the street to see if Helene's Cadillac was around, but it was nowhere in sight. That's all he needed, if he brought Jeanie up to his room and found Helene sitting there waiting.
He eyed the young girl thoroughly and said, "Come on upstairs with me and I'll sign the ball for you."
She looked at him with an uncertain look. "Do you think I ought to?"
"I won't bite you," he said with a smile.
She laughed coyly. "Well, if you behave yourself and be a good boy."
"I promise," he told her.
They went up to his room.
Shep thought she was kidding about behaving himself. Hell, she was at least eighteen, he hoped, and in this town he figured she must have been broken in by now. There was nothing much more to do here than spend your time in the back seat of a car in the local drive-in.
The way he figured it, he would be doing her a big favor screwing her. It would be her big thrill. She would be getting fucked by the town hero, and that was more than she could have ever hoped for. He doubted if she had ever been out of this town in her life. Someday, when he was a big star in the majors, she could look back and think how she had been screwed by Shep Coleman of the Los Angeles Dodgers.
"Here," he said. "Let's have the ball and I'll sign it for you."
He took the ball and wrote, To Jeanie, with all my love, Shep Coleman, and handed the ball back to her.
"There," he said. "How's that?" She took the ball and looked at the inscription. Her eyes lit up. "Oh! That's nice."
Shep grinned at her. "Come here, Jeanie."
She came into his arms as if she had been waiting for him to call her. He leaned down and put his lips on hers. She kissed awkwardly, as if she were half scared to death of him. She kept her lips hard and tense, her mouth closed tightly against his.
Stage fright, he thought to himself.
He slipped an arm around her, and drew her tightly against his body. He stroked at her long hair with his hand. It was soft and silky, and it smelled sweet. He let his hand run down to the small of her back, and then let it fall to her pert little ass.
"Jeanie," he whispered. "Don't be afraid of me."
"I'm not, Shep. I'm not."
"Then kiss me like you mean it."
His arms tightened around her. Again they kissed, and this time she loosened up. Her lips were soft and parted to let his tongue slip into her sweet mouth. At the same time he squeezed at her ass, molding the firm flesh in his hand.
He could feel her buttocks clearly through her skirt, and knew he had a first-rate ass in his hands. Nice, firm, and taut, the kind he loved to get his hands on.
As he continued to kiss her and stroke her ass, he felt her stiffen and grow tense. She gave a little shiver and moaned softly as if she were extremely sensitive to this kind of treatment. He held onto her and she let him run his hands over her yielding body.
He decided what was wrong with her. She wanted to go to bed with him. That's what she wanted, but she was scared. To her, he was a great celebrity, a glamorous figure from the big world outside her small town. He had, no doubt, had plenty of women, beautiful women, the best the world had to offer. And here she was, Jeanie Anderson, small-town girl, in his arms. She was just afraid she couldn't stack up against that kind of weight.
He decided to come on strong, and perk up her confidence.
"Has anyone ever told you, you're beautiful?" he whispered in her ear. "Hah," she snickered.
"I mean it, Jeanie. I wouldn't say it if it weren't true. You're really very beautiful."
"Go on! You're just saying that," she said. "No. I mean it. You don't belong hiding behind a counter in a coffee shop. You belong in Los Angeles, you could do good there with your looks."
"You mean that?" she breathed.
"You know I do," he told her.
All the time he was talking his hands moved over her young body. He cupped and squeezed her ass, and one hand moved to the buttons on her blouse and was busy opening the garment. Jeanie didn't seem to notice. She was in a dream world.
He got the blouse open and was unhooking her bra when she finally realized what was going on. Her hand moved weakly up to stop him. "No, Shep. Don't do that."
He had heard girls saying no before, when they really meant don't stop, since he was fourteen years old. By fifteen he had ceased to pay any attention to their feeble pleas. So he nibbled at Jeanie's ear and whispered sweet nothings in her ear as his hand squeezed at the free globes of flesh under the unhooked bra.
Jeanie was still protesting weakly when he led her to the bed and pulled off her blouse and bra. He sat her on the bed and stared down at her naked tits. They were super! Large, hard, sloped masses of flesh tipped with erect, cherry-tipped nipples inlaid in the reddish pools of her aureoles. It was a tantalizing sight, and he felt his cock responding to the stimuli. Shep kept one arm around her pulling her to him, and let the other hand squeeze the firm tits jutting from her chest.
She shivered visibly and drew back.
"Don't be afraid, Jeanie," he soothed. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
"We shouldn't be doing this," she breathed. "Why not?"
"Because," she moaned as his hand continued to play with her tits. "We hardly know each other."
"I feel like I've known you for years, Jeanie," he said softly. "And I want to know you better, starting now."
"Shep..." she started.
"Sshhhh, don't talk. Don't spoil it. Let it happen for the two of us, Jeanie," he coaxed her sweetly.
His hand maintained the squeezing action on her breasts. He switched from one to the other. He let his fingers pinch the stiffened nipples gently, and she moaned and writhed as she sat there. They had a good feeling. Cool, hard-tipped, soft to the touch. She was breathing hard now, excitement running through her. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, she leaned into his hand forcing her breasts against his teasing fingers. Her lips were slack and parted, and her eyes were dreamy slits, gleaming with need.
The next time he kissed her, her lips came forward actively to mash against his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and used both his hands on her tits, kneading and toying with them, and rubbing her aching nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Mmmmmm, oh, Shep," she groaned. Then he let his hand go under her pushed-up skirt. He started at her knee, then he was probing his finger into the elastic leg band of her silky panties.
"Uugghhh," she gasped as his finger poked at the hair-covered hole."
She was. wet. Her cunt was coated with juice from her excitement.
He pulled his hand from the confined space and hoisted her skirt up around her hips. Then he reached for her panties and pulled them down to her knees and off. He stood there a moment savoring the sight of her partially spread legs, and he had an urge to push his face into her wet cunt and suck her off for starters.
She looked half delirious, her face was flushed, her eyes were all but closed and she panted with excitement. Shep thought about stripping her naked, or fucking her as she was with her skirt hiked up. He decided to go the whole route and strip her naked. He unbuttoned the skirt, lifted her hips and pulled the skirt away. She was nude now.
She looked a little dazed, but she was resisting less and less. Shep stood back and looked at her again. He liked what he was looking at. She was no Helene, or Lily, for that matter. But she had a fine young body. All things considered she was a nice item to have lying on his bed, and his cock was standing at attention beneath his trousers.
He started stripping his clothes off, anxious to stick his prick into the nude girl writhing on his bed. Jeanie was still moaning, "No, Shep," at regular intervals, but she didn't sound very convincing any more. It was probably a female reflex action, Shep thought to himself. Something young girls were told from the day they were born.
She should say no often, thereby keeping her self-respect.
He got his trousers off, and then his shorts. Jeanie's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him. Suddenly her eyes were wide. She looked excited and scared at the same time. Shep sensed that something was about to go wrong.
Jeanie shook her head. "Please, Shep. Don't!"
"I want you, Jeanie. Don't be afraid. Don't say no. Let me hold you, Jeanie."
"I ... I'm scared, Shep." she whimpered.
He forced himself to mutter some kind, soothing words, and he wrapped his arms around her. It bothered him that she was still handing him that garbage. Nobody with tits like hers and a body to go with it was virgin past the age of sixteen these days. So why was she still carrying on like that. Why didn't she just give in to her natural instincts and let him fuck her?
He moved closer to her thinking the feel of his body, naked and strong, would break down her last barrier. He began to squeeze her breasts again, and ran his hand down to her cunt where he cupped her and squeezed gently. Just as he was about to mash his lips to hers, she managed to say, "No, Shep," for the hundredth time.
He backed away from her. Irritation showed on his face. He was ready. His prick was swollen thick, and his balls ached with desire. And here she was saying "No, Shep." He looked down at her coldly.
She looked up at him as if she was embarrassed at telling him no. "I'm sorry, Shep," she said softly. "I want to, but. . . but I'm scared."
"Why should you be scared?" he asked gruffly. "What is there to be scared of?"
"I'm a virgin," she said in a low voice with her head hung down. "I've never done this before, and I'm scared."
Shep couldn't believe his ears. A virgin, well I'll be damned!
He didn't know what to say at first. He only knew he wanted to screw her, and bad! If she was a virgin, he thought, it would be that much better. She would be tight as hell. His cock ached at the thought.
"Well," he said. "Are you going to or not?" he asked. He would rape her if she said no, he told himself. If she didn't want to fuck, she shouldn't have gone this far with him.
She looked up at him with those big brown eyes. "Be gentle with me, Shep. Please!"
6
Shep came to her and kissed her passionately. He maneuvered her firmly, but gently, and felt the hard tips of her breasts dig into his chest as he lowered himself onto her.
Just before he pressed his cock to her sweet cunt, he wondered if she had told him the truth about being a virgin. But as he forced his prick forward into her pussy he knew she had told the truth.
She sunk her teeth into his shoulder as he forced his cock into the virgin cunt, and she bit down as if she craved to eat raw meat. Shep had been bitten before, but this was something different. He felt the sharp sting of her teeth cutting through his skin, and he thrust his cock deeper into her cunt.
He felt his prick pressing to the thin membrane in her, and he stabbed at it with considerable force, ripping through and causing her to howl with pain. He stoked slowly, letting his prick lubricate itself with her juices and picked up the stroke as his prick moved more smoothly in the tight channel. In a few minutes he was beating a steady rhythm in her and her cries of pain had changed to squeals of delight.
In Shep's experience with virgins, they reacted in only one of two ways to their first love experience. Most of them didn't enjoy themselves at all. But a few got a great deal of pleasure from it. Jeanie turned out to be one of the few.
Shep kept moving, expecting, because of her shyness and innocence, and her reluctance to his approach, she would be one of those who didn't have a good time. But she was going wild. Her sighs and gasps filled the room. She flailed her body up to meet the driving rod of flesh that was stabbing deep into her vagina, and she was having a ball.
She made grunting sounds as she exerted herself. Her pelvis moved up and down, and all around to obtain a maximum stimulation from Shep's cock. Deep in her vagina the churning rumbling began.
"Faster! Faster, Shep!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Deeper!" she screamed. "Oooohh, stick it in me! Please!"
She pounded her cunt up to him savagely. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy. Little moans of approval came from her throat as Shep bit down on her nipples and sucked at her tasty tits.
"Oooohh!" she moaned. "I love it! I love it! Give me more! Give me all you have!"
He started picking up the stroke. He was almost ready to shoot his load, and he wanted her to get off too. His efforts did not go unnoticed. Jeanie squealed and screamed her pleasure at his extra effort.
"Ooohh, wonderful! More! More!" she urged. A few moments later a strange look spread over her face. "Shep! Shep!" she cried out.
"Something's happening! Something's happening to me!"
He grunted and smiled to himself. She was going to get her cookies off and didn't know what was happening. He'd show her what it was all about.
He bit down on her nipple and churned his prick into her bucking body. "You're going to come, baby," he mumbled past her tits. "You're going to get your cookies off!" He smashed into her. "Hang on, baby! Hang on!"
Her eyes rolled up and she screamed with joy. Her body convulsed violently, her legs wrapped around his waist and she jammed her cunt up at him.
"Ahhrrggrr!" It was a loud cry of release that flooded the room. "Ooohh, Shep! Ooohhh!"
Shep didn't hear her cries. He was lost in a cloud of ecstasy of his own. Her violent flailing had brought his juices spewing in giant spurts that shot into her orgasming vagina. He pumped into her, shooting his load against the walls of her snug vagina causing her to buck and rock that much harder, which in turn drove him on harder.
When Shep finally fell off of her she just lay there moaning deliriously. Her eyes remained closed as she relived those moments in her mind, and her hand rubbed at her aching cunt, that was sore from the steady stoking it had just gotten from Shep's prick.
He eyed her laying beside him holding her box. She had come in here a girl, and now she was a woman.
"Hi there," he whispered.
She opened her eyes and smiled weakly at him. "Hi yourself."
"How do you feel?" he asked. "Funny."
"Funny good, or funny no good?"
"Both," she said, still smiling weakly. "It made me feel so good when you had it in me. But, now I'm hurting down here," she rubbed her cunt. "I'm sore!"
Shep laughed. "That's usual. You're not used to it yet."
"It doesn't matter," she said more cheerfully. "It felt so good when you put it in, but even better as you kept taking it out and putting it back again. And at the end..." She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. "That was out of this world. I've never felt anything like that. Never felt anything that good in my whole life. Is that what it should be like? Or am I sick?"
Shep laughed again. "You're not sick. That's what it's all about, baby."
"I'm glad."
"I told you there was nothing to be afraid of."
"You were right. I'm glad you didn't stop when I wanted you to. Lots of boys I go out with wanted to do that with me, but I always said no. I let them do so much, then I stopped them. I was waiting for the right guy to come along."
He didn't like the trend of the conversation. He stroked at her body while she stared up at him in rapt fascination.
"Jeanie, how old are you," he asked after a long moment of silence.
"You won't be mad if I tell you the truth."
"Of course not."
"I'm fifteen," she said.
His heart sank. Jail bait! Well, he couldn't say it came as a total surprise. But still. . . "Did I hurt your shoulder?" she asked. "I'll live."
"Come here and let me kiss it."
He went to her, and she put her lips on his shoulder. Her hand stroked at him in a way that was hardly virginal. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently, and she began to breathe hard with renewed desire.
Man, you're making a mistake fooling around with this girl, he told himself. But it was too late to give her back her virginity. What was done, was done, and he'd have to live with any consequences.
She was looking at him with that starry-eyed look, and said breathlessly, "Shep, darling, this is the most wonderful day of my life. I'll never forget it as long as I live."
He smiled for her and continued to stroke at her body.
"I love you," she said. "Oh, Shep. I love you!"
Great. He had made a woman out of her and now he was afraid he was stuck with her.
Shep went into the bathroom and left Jeanie spread out on the bed. He turned on the shower and stepped under the spray of water. He hadn't been there long when he heard the bathroom door open, and when he stuck his head out of the shower, Jeanie stood there. She was naked, still, and had a grin on her face.
"Can I get in?" she asked sweetly.
"Why not," he told her.
She climbed into the shower and giggled as the water hit her. "Oh, that feels good."
For a girl who had been a virgin an hour ago, she sure had lost any traces of modesty, he thought to himself. She stood there in the shower next to him and stared at his prick hanging limply between his legs.
"It sure looks different than it did before," she said.
"It doesn't stay hard all the time," he replied.
She put her hand around his prick and squeezed. "Mmmmmm, I like the feel of it."
Shep felt his prick stir with her hand there. He grabbed the soap and started lathering up.
"Let me," Jeannie insisted. She took the soap and rubbed it across his chest. Quickly she worked her way down to his cock, and a few moments later his prick was rigid with excitement.
"I like it like that much better," she said, grinning from ear to ear.
Her hand started a rhythmic stroking of the taut flesh. "I use to do this for some of the boys I went out with when they really wouldn't stop trying to seduce me." Her hand never missed a beat as she masturbated his soapy prick.
"I only did it for them to stop them, but I want to do it for you," she said. "I want to make you feel good. Do you like it?"
Shep just grunted and enjoyed the sensations her hand was bringing to him. She had come a long way in the last hour, a long way. He started thrusting his hips, an involuntary jerking motion, and a moment later he shot off. His prick spit out gobs of come that splashed onto the wall of the shower and he gave a moan of relief as her hand pumped his prick dry.
"Oh, Shep," she moaned. "That was beautiful! It got me all hot and bothered."
He shook his head and pushed her gently under the water. "Cool off, baby."
She giggled. "I wish you'd get hard again."
"I'm not superman," he answered with a smile. "Some other time."
"Will you? Really?"
"Sure."
He was beginning to wish that he had left her alone to begin with. She was young and easily swayed. She was saying she loved him, and he certainly didn't need that. He had enjoyed fucking her, and he had enjoyed the hand job she had given him, but he had an uneasy feeling.
They finished showering and dried each other off. Then they decided to go out and get something to eat before he drove her home. They dressed and left.
Shep stopped the car in front of her plain, wood-frame house and let her out.
"Come on in," she offered. "I'd like you to meet my father and mother."
"Some other time," he said quickly. That was all he needed, he told himself.
"They won't keep you long, Shep. And my brother would love to meet you. He's a big baseball fan. You two would get along great together."
"I'll meet them next time, honey," he said. There was a nervous edge in his voice. He kissed her and she murmured some more sweet words of love into his ear, and told him once again how today had been the best day of her life.
She finally went into the house and Shep gave a deep sigh of relief and drove back to his place.
A sticky business, he thought as he drove, a real sticky scene he had gotten into. A sucker, that's what he was, a fool, a damned fool. Why couldn't he have left good enough alone. He should have signed that damn ball and said good-bye, but no, he had to get a piece of ass.
He knew he could be in a lot of trouble if things got any more out of hand. He had her cherry as a trophy, and she was under the impression that he was in love with her. She damn well was convinced that she was in love with him, and he needed that like he needed a hole in the head. She was probably making the invitation list for the wedding now. A cute, but naive, jail-bait kid, who figured she was as good as being Mrs. Shep Coleman. Hell! What a position to be in.
I'd like you to meet my mother and father, Shep.
God!
7
Shep slept soundly and was up bright and early the next morning. He had breakfast at the coffee shop, but luckily the place was so crowded that Jeanie was too busy to spend any time with him. She had to content herself with throwing him moony looks from time to time. After he had eaten he walked around the town for a while. There wasn't much to see. It was small-town U.S.A. with the usual stores, churches, drive-in food establishments and so on. He had lunch at a hamburger stand and was mobbed by some kids who had seen him play. He signed autographs till his hand was numb, and it started to piss him off the way everyone called him Shep as if they owned him. Which in a way they did, he figured. He was town property.
By one o'clock he was at the ball park, carrying a suitcase for the road trip. The whole team had assembled, ballplayers, coaches, a reporter from the town newspaper, Walter Armstrong, and of course, Helene.
She walked over to him when she saw him. "Have a good time last night?" she asked.
"With whom?" he asked innocently.
"I don't know," she said. "I was just wondering what you did for kicks."
"I, went home and spent a quiet evening by myself."
"And then went out and had dinner with a kid with a long ponytail," she added.
"You have a detective on me?" he asked sarcastically.
"I have my spies," Helene said. "Who was she?"
"Why don't you get some better spies?" he said. "They'll get you her name and address. What did you do last night?"
"I went for a drive."
"Alone?"
"Alone. I didn't feel like company. That's why I didn't wait for you after the game last night. I just got into the car and drove fast."
"Sounds like a cheerful way to spend an evening."
"It was," she said. "I drove at least a hundred miles."
"That must have taken at least fifteen minutes," Shep said.
"Twenty," she said with a smile.
"Slowing down in your old age, huh?"
She ignored his remark. "Then I picked up a cute hitchhiker. He was sixteen. He'd been out on a picnic with some friends and gotten separated from them." She smiled broadly. "He had never had a piece of ass before, and he was really grateful when I dropped him off later. Then I drove home."
Shep stared at her blankly. He knew she had deliberately gone out of her way to tell him about the young hitchhiker. It was her way of getting even with him for spending the evening with another girl, even though he would have spent it with her if she'd been around. He didn't intend to get drawn into the web of Helene's emotions.
"I'm glad you had a good time last night, Helene," he said in a calm voice.
Her eyes sparked. "Aren't you jealous?"
"Am I supposed to be?"
"I ignored you and screwed a perfect stranger. You should be a little annoyed at least."
"Well, I'm not," he said quietly. "Sorry."
"You louse!"
"Get off it, Helene. I don't know what your game is, but I'm not playing it."
"I'll fix you," she hissed. "I'll get even." She was really furious at him.
She stormed away from him. He shrugged. She was a crazy broad, and that's all there was to it. Saturday she had been fine, they got along great, but some weird mood had hit her Sunday and she picked up a hitchhiker and fucked him on the spur of the moment. And now she was pissed at him because he wasn't foaming at the mouth and in a screaming rage about it. Women! He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
He boarded the wobbly, old, orange bus that must have been built in the year one. The upholstery was frayed and worn, like the rest of the ancient vehicle, and it smelled of stale beer and other unsavory things as well.
Shep took a seat near the rear, next to Cass Herbert, and saw Helene stepping into the bus.
"Does she go on the road trips, too!" he said with surprise.
"Most of them," Cass told him.
"Good God!" Shep exclaimed.
"What's the matter," Cass asked with a grin. "I thought you two were like that." He showed Shep his crossed fingers.
"Maybe I need a vacation from her," Shep said sourly.
"You poor slob," Cass said, with a grin and not a trace of pity in his voice.
Shep settled back into the hard seat as the bus started rumbling toward the highway. Helene was sitting up front talking to the young reporter. He didn't know exactly what she was saying to him, but his face was quite red.
Shep closed his eyes and tried to rest. It was going to be a long trip. Their first stop was the town of Twin Falls, about two hundred miles from here. If Helene were driving and this was her Cadillac, it would be a journey of two hours. But in the beat-up bus, at forty-five miles per hour on the straightaway being top speed, it would be a lot longer.
They bounced, squeaked, and groaned along at the slow pace, and some of the players started a poker game, but he didn't join in. His ears picked up conversations from all over the bus, and they all had one thing in common, women. Nobody talked baseball. That was what they did for a living, and you didn't talk about that. But women, that was a different matter altogether.
They were an unsavory bunch, these teammates of his. Shep was one of the few who had an education. Most of them were high-school graduates, and some hadn't even been through that. He looked around the bus. Everywhere he could see were comic books and those girlie magazines. That was about the limit for them. They grinned at each other and pointed out individual features, in the pictures, that agreed with their idea of a well-stacked broad. Besides being uneducated, they were lousy ballplayers, for the most part, also. Only a few of them were worth a damn on the ball field. A fine bunch, he thought, no brains, no talent, nothing but a deep craving to make out with any woman who'd lay down and spread her legs.
Oh well, who was he to knock it. He went for a good screw as fast as the next guy, but he had two things over them. He was educated, and he could play ball. He would be playing in the majors some day when this same group was still beating their brains out making these jaunts to nowhere.
Cass broke into his thoughts abruptly. "Have you ever been in Twin Falls, Shep?" he asked.
"No," Shep said. "I never even heard of it until I saw it on the league list posted in the locker room."
"It's some place," Cass told him. "The wildest, wide-open town you'd ever want to see."
"Oh yeah? How so?"
"You want it, you can get it there. Anything," he told Shep. "All it takes is money. You'll see what I mean when you get there. It'll really blow you're mind."
"How about the police?" Shep asked.
"They're in on it. Everyone from the mayor on down'has a piece of the action. There's no real industry or farming, and they make up for that with gambling and sex, along with booze and whatnot. You'll see what I mean when we get there."
"You're getting me curious," Shep said with a grin.
"Well," Cass hesitated. "I think we can arrange a little something for you in Twin Falls." He leered. He was one of the married players with a big-breasted wife and four kids, but the expression on his face indicated that he wasn't going to be left out of the fun.
It was six o'clock in the evening when the tired, old bus pulled into the fair town of Twin Falls. The tone of the town was set the moment the bus crossed over the bridge that was the limits of the town. The first thing Shep saw was a saloon, and as the bus went by, two girls came out and waved excitedly at them. They all waved back grinning like kids seeing a jar of candy.
One of the girls looked about fifteen years old, and the other a few years older. They both wore blouses that were open to the midriff and wore no bras beneath. Their ripe young breasts hung out and were completely visible to the hungry eyes staring from the passing bus.
"Looka' them tits!" someone yelled from the front of the bus."
"I'd like to get a mouth full of that," another yelled excitedly.
Cass Herbert jerked a thumb at the girls. "Five bucks a piece," he said. "You can get them both for eight if you like it that way. Welcome to Twin Falls." He was grinning broadly.
There were more sights like that as they passed through the town. Girls in front of bars, leaning out of windows, draped against buildings, lamp posts. Girls, girls, girls, any kind you could think of. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, colored every hue. Black girls, Oriental girls, everything.
Welcome to Twin Falls, Shep repeated to himself.
They were scheduled to stay at the Twin Falls Hotel. It wasn't exactly the Waldorf-Astoria, an old, squat brick building with all the warmth of a jail cell. The lobby was dark and musty, with elderly citizens sitting in the shadows looking as if they had been there for the last twenty years. Dust was everywhere, there was no elevator, two bell hops who had to be almost sixty years old, and bulged out of the stained uniforms.
Shep and Cass Herbert were roommates, and the room they had was just as bad as the rest of this not-so-luxurious establishment. It was an oblong cubicle just wide enough to get two narrow beds side by side. There was a washstand, an armchair, a single bare dangling light bulb surrounded with all sorts of flying creatures. At the window there was a rope mounted to the wall and coiled in a neat circle.
Shep pointed to the rope. "What the hell is this supposed to be?" he asked.
"That? That's your fire escape, man!"
"What?"
"Sure. The fire alarm goes off, and you throw this out the window and shinny down. Don't tell me you've never seen one of these things before."
"Nope."
"I guess you've never stayed at one of these high-class joints," he laughed.
"No. I haven't," he admitted. "I guess I have a lot to learn about this kind of life."
"You sure do," Cass agreed.
They ate in the hotel cafeteria, and got to the ball park a little after seven. The ball park was built like the rest of the town, shoddy. It was two hundred and fifty feet for a home run down the foul lines and four hundred and fifty to center field. It was surrounded with flimsy, jerry-built stands that looked like they might collapse at any moment, and a locker room that stank with the stale smell of old perspiration.
There were about three hundred fans in the stands when they arrived. They don't go for baseball in this town, do they?" Shep said.
"They'll be more here when the game starts," Cass told him. "Ought to be a big crowd here to see you hit. Maybe two thousand or so," he said.
"Wow!" Shep said, his finger circled through the air. "A raging mob," he kidded.
"For Twin Falls, it is," Cass said.
In fact, the ball park did fill up steadily as game time approached. When the game started, the score went to five to four in their favor by the third inning. Shep failed to hit any home runs, even though the fences were so close. Hitting conditions were as bad as he had ever experienced, and he had to settle for a single, a double, and a walk. The game ended with them winning seven to five.
After the game, Shep caught sight of Helene talking to the lanky center fielder of the home team. She glared across at him as though she was deliberately trying to antagonize him. Shep merely smiled at her.
Cass Herbert walked up to him. "You ready to go out and scare up some action?"
"What do you have in mind?" he asked.
"We lined a little private show up," Cass said, grinning from ear to ear. "It's all arranged. It'll cost you a buck."
"What kind of show?"
"Hold off with the questions," Cass said impatiently. "It's worth the buck. Cough up and let's get out of here."
Shep shrugged and fished out a dollar which he handed to Cass.
"Let's go," Cass said, and he started out of the park with Shep trailing behind him.
A group of the other players were waiting outside. Joey Link, Johnny Michaels, Nate Williams, and a pitcher, Phil Lewis were talking excitedly as they huddled in a knot.
"Where'd the others go?" Cass asked.
"They picked up on a little action of their own," Joey Link told him.
"Okay," Cass said after a moment. "Each of you is going to have to come up with another buck. There's only six of us to split costs."
"I'd like to know what I'm paying to see," Shep said.
"You got my word," Cass told him. "It'll be worth the money. I guarantee it."
"Okay," Shep said, and he handed over another dollar.
The rest of the group came up with the other dollar, and they grabbed the first bus that went into town. It was just past ten, and they had a midnight curfew, but obviously nobody was taking it seriously.
Joey Link licked his lean chops. "This ought to be good," he said grinning.
The bus stopped in a dingy plaza that appeared to be the center of town. Shep saw a hotel across the street and figured that was where they would be going. But he was mistaken. They crossed the street and went into the seediest-looking bar Shep had ever seen. He wondered what the hell he had paid Cass for.
The bald-headed barkeep said, "You the ballplayers?"
"That's right," Cass told him.
"Upstairs," he said, and pointed.
They went upstairs, and through a dark corridor. Cass opened the door to a large unpainted room above the bar. A row of beat-up folding chairs stood along the wall, and in front of them were some mattresses. They all piled into the room and took seats along the wall.
"Bring on the broads!" Johnny Michaels howled.
The door opened, but it was only the waitress coming for their order. She was over thirty, tired-looking, and had a fair body that was amply revealed in her skimpy costume. "Hi, fellows," she said. "The girls'U be right up. You want drinks first?"
She went the rounds, taking orders. She made a special point of bending way over in front of each of them, and her breasts strained near the point of spilling out. Cass asked her if he could suck on her tits, and she smiled and told him he would get that later.
She vanished and returned again with the drinks, handed them out, collected, and left again. A few minutes passed and the girls arrived.
There were two of them, and they were a damned-sight younger than the waitress. One was a tall brunette in her late teens, and the other a shorter blonde, a couple of years older. They were both dressed in flimsy negligees that did nothing to hide their ripe, full bodies.
"Hi, fellas," the brunette said, and gave them a wink. "Hey, who's the new one?"
"His name is Shep," Phil Lewis said. "He's the new college slugger that-likes to hit home runs."
The brunette came over and stood in front of Shep. She wavered from side to side in front of him and Shep had plenty of time to check her body thoroughly.
Shep stared at the globes of flesh jiggling through her negligee. He could easily see the rounded breasts, full, pink tipped, a sight that made his mouth water. His eyes went from her breasts, over her tight smooth stomach, to her thighs and the darkened triangular patch of fluff that covered her cunt. She pulled up at the hem of the negligee and spread her legs slightly.
"like it?" she asked teasingly.
"Yeah," Shep managed to mumble.
"We going to be friends?" she asked.
"Sure," he mumbled again. His eyes never left her box.
"My name'-s Aileen," she said sweetly. Her hips rolled seductively.
"Make friends later," Cass shouted. "Let's get on with the show."
"Yeah," Joey chimed in. "Let's get on with it."
Aileen dropped the hem of her negligee and turned to the others. "Sure," her voice was a sexy purr. "Hang onto your seats fellas."
She went to the center of the room and took up a position in front of the blonde girl. They began to embrace.
So that's what he paid to see, Shep thought. He felt a tingling sensation in his prick. He had heard of things like this, but he had never actually seen it before. Not till now. He watched with his eyes fixed rigidly to the two nearly naked girls.
The girls were locked in a tight hug, standing upright in the center of the room, grinding their hips together. They were moving in time to some unheard music, passionately rubbing their bodies together. Their eyes were closed, their bodies tense, and there wasn't a sound in the room except for the heavy breathing of the onlookers.
The girls started stroking each other, and the blonde girl opened the brunette's negligee. Aileen had her back to them and it was hard to see what was going on.
Then her negligee fell away.
Aileen's magnificent nude body came into sight, and she revealed her lovely ass. Two firm globes, a long, sleek and smooth back, set on a pair of perfectly sculptured legs. She was a sight to behold. Slowly she swung around to show the rest of her body to the captivated audience.
She had big, heavy breasts, massive deep-bowled ones that looked like basketballs sprouting from her chest. They hadn't looked that big through her negligee, Shep thought. They were tipped with mouth-watering nipples that stood at attention, and seemed to glow a bright-red in the lighted room.
She stood there long enough for the anxious viewers to get a thorough look and turned to the blonde girl. She reached out and started stripping the flimsy covering from her.
The blonde pretended to resist, but that was all part of the act. She had a phony, horror-stricken expression on her face and backed away. Aileen followed her like an animal stalking its prey.
"Come here, Judy, baby," she chanted. "Come and let Aileen give you a good time."
Judy stopped and Aileen caught her. Judy's body was different from Aileen's. She was six inches shorter, and her breasts were smaller. They were still quite large for her size. Her hips and legs weren't as fine as Aileen's and her ass was not as smooth-looking. Still and all, she was quite exciting to look at.
Naked, the two girls embraced again. Their breasts dueled and crushed together, and their hands grasped at each other's tantalizing asses.
The girls started to breathe heavily, and soon they were panting with desire. Shep felt himself getting excited with them, and a quick glance around showed him that the whole room was caught up in a lustful mood.
The sight of the two girls was more stimulating than he had thought it would be. They were going at each other with a passion. Shep could see everything very clearly, and there was plenty to see.
The blonde's head looked dwarfed by Aileen's huge, melon-sized tits as she kissed at them. She grasped one and lifted it to her mouth. Her head moved busily, and the quiet room filled with the sound of her mouth sucking on the generously sized nipple. His excitement grew with every second that was passing.
Aileen groaned with pleasure, and Judy seemed to be enjoying it also. The girls fell onto the mattress on the floor. They stretched out beside each other, but facing in opposite directions. Judy's head burrowed between Aileen's spread legs, and Aileen did the same to the blonde girl.
They were very noisy as they enjoyed each other. They lapped and sucked at each other's cunts, their mouths fasted tightly to each other and they moaned loudly as they writhed on the mattress.
Shep watched first one head, then the other. His excitement was reaching a peak. He wanted to jump on the mattress with them and stick his aching prick into one of them.
After a while the lovemaking entered the next phase. The two girls swung around and faced each other. They embraced passionately, and adjusted their bodies so that their hairy mounds rubbed. They started moving again. Cunt rubbed against cunt, and their arms locked around each other. They were gripped with passion and it was a strange sight to see.
"Go!" Nate shouted. "Go, go, go!"
The chant was picked up around the room.
"GO! GO! GO!"
Shep was swept up in the wave of lustful demand. Usually he wasn't much for shouting in public, but now the words burst from his mouth in rhythm to each erotic movement of the naked females on the floor in front of him.
"Go!" Shep screamed. "Go! Go! Go!"
The girls responded to the screams of encouragement.
The girls were rolling on the floor now like two wrestlers, their bodies a tangle of arms and legs.
"GO! GO! GO!" went the players.
Shep was pounding his foot on the floor in tempo to his shouts. The room rocked with their chant. The scene was a wild one, six grown men urging two naked girls sprawled before them above a dirty little bar, in a steamy hot room, while they all watched them trying to orgasm.
They were fantastic. Their eyes were glazed with lust, their bodies sparkled with sweat. Then came Judy's shrill voice, out of the tangle of limbs, high and clear, shouting, "Oh, God! That's it. That's what I want! Do it! Do it, Aileen, I need it!! "
Aileen did what was demanded of her.
She did it so well, that in less than a half minute, Judy was making animal-like sounds that culminated with a wild shriek of joy as she climaxed in front of the lust-crazed men. Aileen followed almost immediately with a scream of pleasure that shook the walls of the dingy little room.
The girls fell apart from each other and lay there panting heavily. Both had their eyes closed and a satisfied grin smeared across their faces.
"Okay, boys," Cass said. "Pick a card. Everybody pick a card." His voice was thick with desire, his eyes glazed from the effects of watching the naked girls.
He fanned out the deck in front of the players. Each took a card and when all had drawn, he took one for himself. "Okay, everybody sing out. Joey, what you got?"
"Ten of clubs."
"Johnny?"
"Jack of diamonds."
"Phil?"
"Six of spades, damn it."
"Nate?"
"Deuce of clubs, would you believe it."
"You, Shep?"
Shep grinned. "Ace of spades," he said, and showed the card to prove it.
"You lucky son of a bitch," Cass said with disappointment. "I've got the king of hearts."
"What do I get?" Shep asked.
"First pick," Cass explained. "Then me, Johnny, Joey, Phil, and Nate is last.
Shep didn't need an explanation. Aileen and Judy were busy getting ready for the next step in the evening's entertainment. They had separated the two mattresses and placed them side by side. Then they stretched out on the mattresses, head propped up on fist and elbow, and were waiting anxiously for their first man.
Shep studied the two girls. He wasn't in the habit of doing this pay-the-girl scene. The last time he had done that was when he was sixteen and working at a summer resort. A bunch of the guys that worked there had gone off one night to the local house of ill repute. Shep had joined them.
Which do I want, he wondered? Aileen or Judy?
"I'll take Aileen," Shep said. "For my first round."
He walked over to her.
8
Aileen smiled broadly at Shep, and rolled onto her back, letting her legs go limp. Her saliva-coated cunt looked like it was smiling up at him. The pink lips were parted, slightly, and her cunt-hairs were pasted to her skin. It was an erotically exciting sight, and Shep could feel his cock straining against his trousers.
"Hi, Joe college," she purred. "Gonna show me a good time?"
"Gonna try my damnest," Shep told her.
He didn't bother taking all his clothes off. He just pulled off his trousers and shorts, and lay on the mattress beside her.
"Yeah," she whispered. "Oh, yeah, you're just what momma wants," she hissed.
Her hand surrounded his rigid prick.
"Oooohhh, so hard," she moaned. "Just the way I like it."
Shep wondered about her. Just a few moments ago she had been making it with another girl, now she was here squeezing his prick, and obviously she was enjoying it. He didn't think she was faking it, she had a genuinely excited expression on her face and was already half panting with need. Maybe she was a switch-hitter, he thought.
Her hand tightened again around his cock, and he stopped thinking.
Shep found Aileen soft and exciting with all that firm, ripe flesh, sweet to the touch. She made a purring sound of welcome. He pushed his hand down to her cunt and found her ready. Her cunt was wet and lathered, still eager from her bout with Judy.
"Go man, go!" someone shouted from behind.
Shep held up his hand and waved without looking behind. He wasn't troubled by the audience, not the way he felt now. He could have screwed her in front of a capacity crowd in Yankee Stadium. He was that excited at the moment.
Aileen's body moved, and she pulled him up onto her lush body.
"Yeah," she whispered again. "You're what I've been waiting for, honey."
She was ready and eager. As soon as he had plunged his prick into her juicy cunt, she began moving in a fast tempo. Her huge tits jiggled like Jell-O and jounced against his chest. Her whole body seemed to be moving at once. She was really going, moving, gasping, and hugging him in earnest.
Shep worked with vigor himself, and Aileen was gasping steadily. They had been engaged for only a few minutes, but Shep felt as if he was going to explode into her at any moment, and from the way she was howling, it wouldn't be long before she got off. Well, this wasn't supposed to be an endurance contest. There was a line of guys waiting to shoot their loads off into her thrashing body.
He moved faster. Aileen grabbed him tight, locked her legs around him. Her hot breath whistled past his ear. She was gasping and moaning wildly. "Oooohh, yes, honey! Yes! That's what I like! Oooohhh!"
He exploded! His prick jerked in spasms. He crammed his cock into her hot, flailing cunt, and blasted her insides with his juices. His violent actions apparently got her off because she wailed with delight and shook wildly beneath him.
Shep lay there on top of her, flushed and relaxed. Aileen was breathing rapidly, but already anxious for the next round, without a pause.
Shep got up and took a seat, with a broad grin on his face. Johnny Michaels went to Aileen and prepared to get his first fuck for the night, and Cass Herbert was climbing off of Judy, with Phil standing right behind waiting to get on her.
Shep sat back and watched Johnny with Aileen, then turning to watch Phil with Judy. He had seen plenty of stag films in his life, but he had never seen men and women, in the flesh, going through the paces.
Phil Lewis finished with Judy, who was obviously a fast worker. Joey Link stumbled forward for his turn. He looked back at Aileen and Cass, wondering if it bothered him any to be here doing what he was doing with a wife and four kids at home. Probably not, he decided. Not the way he was working on Aileen. Shep gave a thought to Lily, but quickly determined that it was different in their case. Lily was far away, and they weren't married. It was better for him to do this sort of thing now, then to do it after he was married.
Cass finished with Aileen, and it was Nate Williams' turn. After him everyone would have had a turn, and he could get back on.
He was ready. If only Joey would hurry up and get his rocks off.
Finally he did. He stood up, stepped back, and grinned with satisfaction. "Next!" he bellowed.
Shep stepped up. Judy was waiting for him, leaning on her elbows, her eyes gleamed with anticipation. She had just taken on three men in a row, plus her little act with Aileen, and she seemed anxious for more still. Shep was ready too.
"Come on, baby," she cooed. "Let's see what you can do."
He fell onto the mattress with her. He put his hands on her hard breasts and squeezed them tightly. She grasped his stiff cock and pulled it to her, gently. He lunged at her and jammed his prick into the well-juiced hole.
She was a wild one, all right. She didn't have Aileen's softness, but what she lacked in softness, she made up for in sheer energy. Her body moved furiously. She had had so much screwing in the last half-hour she was delirious, and it wasn't hard at all for Shep to drive her wild with pleasure. In doing that he brought himself the same, and it was only a short time before he blew his load into her.
When it was over, she looked dazed. But her evening's work wasn't over yet. As soon as he had finished, Johnny advanced to get another turn.
It went on and on like that. Later on the waitress returned several times to sell them drinks.
She took no more notice of what was going on than if it had been a poker game. Casually, she took the orders and brought the drinks, never once looking down where the players were getting fucked. Then, on one of her trips, Cass was sitting nearest the door, and when she came in, he shot his hand under her brief skirt.
"When do I get to suck those tits?" he asked with a broad grin.
She grinned back and reached up to shake one of her heavy breasts out to him. "Hurry," she gasped as his mouth closed over the thick nipple she offered. "I have to go back to work in a minute."
Cass sucked greedily at the tasty nub, and his hand that remained under her skirt started pulling at her panties. "You have time for a quick one," he said.
She didn't resist, and her panties slid down to the floor. Cass pulled her over his lap. She grasped his cock and sat slowly onto the shaft with a loud moan. Cass sucked her tit back into his mouth and she bounced happily on his lap.
Nate and Joey were busy with Aileen and Judy. Cass was groaning joyfully under the waitress' steady humping, and the rest of them were drinking and watching the activities that filled the room with moans, groans, and grunts. It was a real scene.
The waitress cried out with pleasure, and she got up off Cass. She pulled her panties back on and tucked her breast back into her top. "Thanks," she whispered to Cass, and she left as casually as she had acted all night.
When the last two had finished up, Aileen and Judy did an encore of their earlier performance. By that time, everyone had had so much that nothing really mattered. Aileen and Judy were goofy from overwork. Bleary-eyed and glassy-faced, they went through the motions of making love to each other. They did a little kissing and body rubbing, but Aileen went to sleep in the middle of it.
"Guess she's had enough," Judy said wearily.
"Guess we all have," Cass said. "Any of you want more?"
Nobody did. They got ready to leave.
Shep had been wondering about the cost. It didn't seem like they would have gotten all they did for two bucks apiece. Now he realized why. The money collected had been for the room. They had to pay the girls separately, whatever they felt it was worth. They could give a little, or a lot, it was up to them.
He didn't mind. He had certainly gotten his money's worth, no matter what it cost him. He watched what the others were taking from their wallets, and he did the same. They must all have been happy about the evening, because they all gave generously. Cass collected the money and put it down by the girls.
They left the bar. It was three-fifty-five in the morning, but the town was still alive and jumping. The early morning air was filled with the sounds of other thrill seekers, the laughter of girls, and the steady thumping of juke boxes.
"The busses don't run this late," Cass told them.
"We're not too far from the hotel. Let's walk."
They started walking back to the hotel. They hadn't gotten half a block, when a young girl came reeling up to them. She was startlingly young, Shep could see through the heavy makeup she wore to make her look older. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, though. She had long blonde hair, a cute face, and was very drunk.
"Want a good fuck?" she asked in a slurred, husky voice. "Two bucks apiece. Take you all on."
"Some other time, honey," Joey Link said.
"Aw, c'mon." She ran her hand down the row of buttons on her blouse and opened each in turn with surprising ability considering her intoxicated condition. Her hands pulled the material away, revealing her bare, small, round breasts with even smaller red nipples poking from them. Staggering up to Shep, she said, "Take a feel, big boy! Feel what I got!"
Shep grinned. He put his hands on her breasts and squeezed them. They were firm, hard breasts, a young girl's breasts. He rolled them around in his hands a little, and then let go.
"I got a nice pair, huh?" she slurred. "You like them, huh?"
Shep nodded. "Beauties," he said. "But I'm not in the mood tonight, honey."
"C'mon," she said. "Somebody!" She lifted her skirt to show she wasn't wearing any panties. "See, I'm all ready."
They all crowded closer to look at the young girl's fluff-covered pussy.
"Listen," Nate Williams told her. He put his hand on her exposed cunt and cupped the mound. "I'd love to help you out," he said. "But I got bad news for you, baby." His hand worked rapidly at her cunt, and the young girl moaned happily. "We've had it for the night. You're not going to get any business out of us, so why don't you run along?" He started to draw his hand away from her box.
She pouted and grabbed at his hand, returning it to where it had been playing a moment ago. "Go with me and you'll be glad you did," she said with a provocative tone of voice.
"Not on your life," Nate said shaking his head.
"You're going to have to turn a trick somewhere else," Phil Lewis said. "We're all screwed out."
She mumbled something under her breath, pushed Nate's hand from her box, turned and wobbled down the street, buttoning her blouse as she staggered on in search of someone else to proposition.
Cass turned to Shep. "Well, kid? What do you think of Twin Falls now?"
Shep laughed. "A great little town," he said. "A credit to the state and the nation."
They straggled back to the hotel, laughing and joking all the way to their rooms. It had been one hell of a fine night. He wouldn't forget it for a long time to come, Shep told himself as he went into his room.
When he walked into the room, he found a note had been slipped under the door. It didn't say much. "I came looking for you at midnight. Jumping curfew? H." And it bore a lipstick mark on the back of it.
"What you got there?" Cass asked.
"Nothing," Shep said, and he crumpled it up.
He got ready to go to bed. So Helene had come around looking for him. Only this afternoon she had been trying to piss him off, and now she was haunting his room and signing notes with a kiss. She was a real strange one. He was glad she wasn't angry at him any more, but all the same, he was glad he had been out when she came around looking for him. He had had an amusing night, free of all the complications a session with Helene inevitably involved.
Shep slept soundly that night, and when he woke, it was one o'clock in the afternoon, and Cass was already up. He was sitting on the edge of his bed reading through the sports page of the newspaper.
"Looks like rain today," he said without looking up.
It got cloudier and cloudier as the day grew older. Shep discovered the unique boredom of a nasty day on a road trip. He couldn't go anywhere, and had to sit around the hotel with the other players waiting to see what would happen. He played cards for a while, and then borrowed a copy of Sporting Digest. He leafed through it, reading every line, including Class D minor-league scores. He wondered what it would be like in that league. What kind of hotel did they stay at? Probably slept in sleeping bags along the road.
As the day went on, there was more and more talk about the game being rained out. "That would be a killer," Michaels moaned. "We'd have to play a double-header tomorrow, and then get out on the road."
"Why can't we sleep here after the games and get on the road the next morning?" Shep asked.
They all gave him patronizing smiles.
"Our next stop is Marshall," Cass said. "Marshall is six hundred miles from Twin Falls. In our bus that's a whole day's driving, and we can't mess up the schedule any more by getting there a day later than scheduled."
"Six hundred miles," Shep said. "What the hell kind of league is this?"
"A damn strung-out one," Phil Lewis grunted. "But you'll get used to it."
"When the hell are we supposed to sleep?" Shep asked with disgust.
"In the bus," Joey Link answered. "On the way to Marshall. It ain't fun, but then this isn't the National League either."
Shep groaned inwardly. He had never checked the map of this league. He knew it was spread over four states, but six hundred miles between games, that was a hell of a hop to make overnight in a beat-up, broken-down bus. It'd be no problem by plane, but places like Twin Falls and Marshall didn't have airports.
The prospect of playing ball from six to midnight, and then getting in a bus and riding all night and half the next day to play a game that night was not very appealing to Shep. But he was spared the worst of it when around five that evening the skies cleared, as if by magic. There would be no double-header tomorrow night.
As Shep took batting practice that night, Helene called him to where she was sitting.
"You get my note?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"I saw you come in," she said. "It was almost four in the morning."
"You keep a good eye on me, huh?"
"Where did you go?" she asked. "Out for a little ass?"
"Listen," Shep said sharply. "I'm not accountable to you for my actions..."
"Please," she said sweetly. "Don't get mad at me. I don't want to fight with you."
He sighed. "I went out with Cass and a few of the guys. They wanted to show me the town."
"And you ended up in a whorehouse, I suppose?"
"More or less," Shep told her.
Helene shrugged. "I hope you had a good time. You can tell me all about it after the game. I'll be waiting for you. Don't pull a disappearing act on me. I have something really special planned. I know you'll love it."
Shep knew better than to ask what that was. What the hell, she was being nice to him again, and who was he to turn down such an interesting proposition. It was Tuesday, and he hadn't been with her since Saturday night. It was time for another round with this wild broad.
Damn, he thought, this job of playing ball was really something. You went from one broad to the next. They clawed at you, fought with you, and fucked the living daylights out of you around the clock. Christ! What a way to make a living.
As the game got under way, Shep was in a rambunctious mood.
Last night he hadn't been able to really get good wood on the ball, except for a long foul ball that had gone into the stands. But tonight was different. The pitcher was a reject from the majors, who had walked as many men as he had struck out, and had walked himself back into the minors. He was wild tonight, walking Joey Link, and Johnny Michaels to start the game. Then he made Marty Gorden pop up, and struck out Nate Williams with four pitches.
Shep came up to the plate.
"Let's go kid!" McMurdo yelled from the dugout. "Paste the pea, man! Big inning! Big inning!"
Shep brought the bat around a couple of times to loosen up. The pitcher stared off the mound at him. He blinked a couple of times, looked at first and second, went into a big windup, and cut loose with a fast ball that hummed straight at Shep's head.
"Ball one!" the umpire boomed, as Shep hit the dirt to avoid being clobbered by the stray ball.
Shep picked himself up and turned to the umpire mumbling, "You ought to throw him out of the game! That could have killed me!"
"Play ball," the umpire told him.
"It was a deliberate bean-ball!" Shep retorted.
"Play ball, or get out of the game!" the umpire bellowed at him.
"It wasn't deliberate, fella," the pitcher said from the mound. "I just couldn't see you too good."
Despite his anger, Shep had to laugh. He got back into the batter's box determined not to let the pitcher psych him out. He was obviously trying to capitalize on his weak eyesight to make the batter think he was-likely to get murdered with any pitch he threw.
The pitch came again. It was another red-hot fast ball right across the knees on the inside corner. Shep didn't try to hit it, and took it for a strike. He dug his feet in for the next pitch. The next pitch was another fast ball. It was shoulder high, and about six inches outside. It was just what he wanted. He stepped into it and hit it so hard his wrists stung from the force of it.
It was a home run from the minute it left the bat. As he ran down to first base his eyes followed the ball into the seats. Rounding first, he called to the pitcher, "Sorry, fella. I was trying to bunt the ball, but I didn't see it so good."
They led three to nothing.
Phil Lewis was on the mound for them. His night out with Aileen and Judy didn't help his pitching any, and in short order had given back the three runs, plus a few more. It was five to three in the third, in favor of the home team when Shep came to bat again. The wild pitcher took no chances and promptly walked him with four bad pitches, but that didn't do him any good. The next hitter drove the ball into center field with a hard, line drive, and Shep came home easily as the fielder chased and fumbled the ball all over the outfield.
After he scored, the game broke wide open and they scored again and again. The game ended with a score of twelve to seven when Shep was up to bat in the ninth inning, and drove in three runs with a long triple. He was the hero of the game once again, and was mobbed by both his teammates and fans after the game was over.
Helene sat in the stands with a broad grin on her face, shouting and waving with the rest of the stands.
Shep was thinking about what she had said. "You'll love it."
9
"Get in," Helene said.
A taxi was waiting outside the ball park when Shep came out. Helene was waiting with the door open, and he climbed in.
"Take us to the hotel," Helene commanded.
Off they went. It was a quick drive through Twin Falls. In a short while they pulled up in front of the hotel where Shep was staying.
"You mean to tell me you're staying here too?" he asked in amazement.
"Where else?" she answered.
"But it's such a dump!"
"It's the only halfway-decent hotel in town," Helene told him. "Besides, I've got the best suite in the place. Twelve bucks a night, so you know it has to be better than the rest."
Helene stopped at the desk to ask something. Shep waited, feeling a little like a pet dog being parked in the lobby while his owner inquired after the dog-biscuit supply. Helene rejoined him after a few minutes, and they went upstairs.
Her suite was on the second floor, and it wasn't all that bad. The ceiling was just as low as any of the other rooms, and the windows just as small, but the two rooms had been painted recently, and the furniture was modern and mostly unscarred. The one bed was wide and comfortable-looking, and the place was clean.
It was also occupied. A slim, attractive-looking brunette was sitting on the couch. She had full lips, sharp cheekbones, and beautiful green eyes. She also had a fantastic body, with an exceptional pair of breasts, as far as Shep could tell from the contours of her well-filled blouse. He looked at her with some confusion, and she looked back with a calm, confident smile.
"Company?" he asked.
Helene grinned wickedly. "I told you I had something special planned for you tonight, Shep. This is Vickie. Vickie, meet Shep Coleman. Vickie is a good friend of mine. Her father owns this hotel, as a matter-of-fact. We've known each other since we were kids."
"Hi, Vickie," Shep said, feeling a little bewildered.
"I've heard so much about you, Shep," Vickie said in a soft, agreeable voice. "Helene's told me all about you, and I'm impressed with what she's said."
Shep wasn't sure what to say in reply to a line like that. So he played it safe and didn't say anything at all. He figured he knew why Helene had brought Vickie here, but it was hard to believe he was going to be so lucky. Helene must have flipped out of her mind. One day having a fit when she found out he had been with another woman, and the next, supplying him with a beautiful girl who was her best friend.
And Vickie was quite a girl, too. Cool, slick and sophisticated. She didn't have Helene's flamboyant overdeveloped body, she didn't hit you in the eye with her sexiness the way Helene did, but it wasn't always necessary for a girl to be obvious about her appeal. Vickie had plenty to offer.
"Why don't you two sit down and relax. Get to know each other." Helene said. "I'll fix some drinks. Bourbon okay with everyone?"
"Fine with me," Shep said.
"Me too," Vickie said.
Helene produced a fifth of Jack Daniels, and opened the refrigerator to pull out a tray of ice cubes and ginger ale. She fixed up three drinks and handed them around.
They sipped their drinks and talked about baseball, Twin Falls, and the baseball season still to come. It was a nice refined conversation.
Then Helene said, "I'm going to get comfortable."
She went into the other room and didn't bother to close the door. In full view of Shep and Vickie, she did just what she had said she would.
For Helene, the process of getting comfortable was to take her clothes off.
She strolled back into the room, completely nude and undisturbed by it. Nor did Vickie seem disturbed by her nakedness. Helene lowered herself into a comfortable armchair, tucking one foot under her buttocks and picking up her drink. Her big, round breasts swayed and jiggled as she made herself at ease. As she did this, she smiled pleasantly at them both.
"It's so much nicer this way," she said. "Shep, be a dear and freshen my drink, will you?"
He took her glass and poured a good shot of bourbon into it. Helene sat there casually, and they chatted awhile longer. It was a funny scene. There they were, talking casually, and one of them sat there stark naked with no one paying any attention to that fact. No one, that is, but Shep. Every so often his eyes darted over to her. He soaked in the sight, paying special notice to those fabulous breasts, and the apex of her thighs where her cunt moved tantalizingly as she adjusted her position every so often. His tongue was getting hard as thoughts raced through his mind. His cock stiffened noticeably as he continued to gaze at her.
Then, Vickie rose to her feet and said, "Will you excuse me for a moment?"
She went into the adjoining room. Displaying more modesty than Helene, she closed the door after her.
Helene said, "She's a great girl. I really like her. You will too, Shep."
"I think you're right," Shep said slyly.
"She's a real live wire when it comes to sex," Helene said. "Don't let that cool exterior fool you. Vickie has a yen for a stiff prick, and she's been looking forward to strapping you on."
"Something special, huh?"
"You'll see."
Vickie returned to the room. Un-like Helene, she had chosen not to strip to complete nudity. But what she was wearing didn't exactly obstruct one's view of her sweet body. All she had on was a pair of sheer, black hose and a garter belt. The belt cut into the flesh above her buttocks and seemed a couple of sizes too small for her.
Shep looked at the girl, since that was evidently what he was supposed to do. She was easy enough to look at, all right. Her breasts, though smaller than Helene's, were generously formed, round and full, with large nipples and aureoles. Below the two fleshy globes her body swept away to a narrow waist, and then flared out at the hips.
The garter belt and stockings made an appealing frame for her nudity. Glancing from Helene to Vickie and back again, Shep found Vickie even more erotically appealing than Helene. He wasn't sure if it was the stockings and garter belt, or the fact that this was the first time he had looked at her naked body. Both, he decided. There was something exciting about a nearly nude woman, over a completely nude one. And he was sure there was always a greater excitement about seeing a new girl nude for the first time, especially a girl as good-looking as Vickie.
He sat wondering what he was supposed to do now. Was it his turn to get up and strip off?
He remained sitting. Vickie, completely poised and calm, said, "Can I refill your drink, Shep?"
"Please," he said, and handed the glass to her.
Instead of taking the glass, she brought the bottle to him. She bent forward, her breasts only inches from his face, and poured very slowly. He was tempted to suck one of those tasty-looking nipples into his mouth, or at least fondle them, but he did neither. He let her finish filling his glass and sipped at his drink when she had done that.
Helene and Vickie waited until he had finished his drink. The conversation continued peacefully, until it seemed almost normal for Shep to be sitting there with two naked girls.
The moment he set his empty glass down the two girls jumped him.
He went over, landing on the floor, and they rushed at him laughing and squealing like two lunatics who had just escaped from the funny farm. Bobbing breasts, and jiggling buttocks danced all around him as they tore off his clothes. They weren't gentle with him. His buttons went popping, and his shirt was torn in their haste to strip him naked. He was helpless under their attack.
Finally, Vickie tugged at his trousers and shorts, and they came flying off.
He was as naked as they were, now, and the girls attacked again. He found himself in the midst of a delectable tangle of flesh. A breast came to his lips and he sucked greedily at it, pulling the firm flesh into his mouth and hearing a moan of pleasure. The breast belonged to Helene, and as he worked on it to her delight, his hands encountered firm, cool flesh, and the ridge of Vickie's garter belt. She felt good to the touch. He was vaguely aware of someone's hands exploring his body, and then someone's lips.
Then, just as fast as they had come, they left. They moved away from him, both panting, as was he.
"How do you like it?" Helene asked grinning.
"Just fine," he told her grinning back.
Vickie sank to her knees in front of Shep. "We're your slaves," she said hoarsely. "Tell us what you want us to do, master."
Shep sat down on the couch again. Vickie scurried back up to him, leaning over his lap, her eyes fixed to the rigid prick sticking up at her face. "Order me, master!" she hissed excitedly.
Shep was getting more and more excited by this turn of events. He decided to try out his power over his slaves. It was obvious what Vickie wanted, so he would give her her wish.
"Suck my prick," he ordered.
Vickie's eyes lit up. "Yes, master," she gasped with delight.
Her hand wrapped around the swollen prick, and her head moved to within an inch of his cock. She flicked her tongue out at the blood-engorged head of his prick.
"What about me?" Helene said pouting. "I'm a slave too."
Shep looked at her with a wicked grin. "C'mon," he said. "Get up here."
She jumped to her feet and positioned herself across his lap, standing, with her cunt near his grinning face. Vickie had stopped flicking her head, and with a whimpering sound she pushed her lips over his throbbing prick eagerly. At almost the same instant, Shep grasped Helene's ass and pulled her cunt to his waiting mouth.
"Oooohh, Shep!" she gasped loudly. "Oooohhh, lover!" Her hands grabbed his head and pulled it tightly to her box.
He rubbed his face and nose into her hairy cunt. Letting her ass loose with his hands, he used his fingers to spread the pinkish-tinted lips of her cunt apart. Having done that, he fixed his mouth to her cunt and sucked at the tender flesh, while she screamed with pleasure. He found her stiff, rubbery clit and bit down on it gently as she mashed her cunt into his face.
Vickie had been anything but idle during this time, and she was happily sucking his prick with glee. She made little animal sounds as her lips sucked up his prick, only to dive down again and swallow his cock to the hilt. Her hands worked on his balls and masturbated his prick when her lips returned to work on the swollen head of his cock. He panted with delight at her expert treatment.
Vickie relaxed for a moment, and let her rapidly moving hand do the work. Looking up she watched Shep suck at Helene's cunt. She had a good view, from her lower position, to see him working at her. She also had an erotic view of Helene's ass jiggling excitedly as she threw her pussy at Shep's mouth. The sight was driving her out of her mind with lust. She wanted more, much more.
"Oooohh, Shep," she moaned. "I need it! God, how I need it! I want to get on your lap!" she said excitedly.
Shep was too busy with Helene's cunt to answer, and he just waved a hand at Vickie to come up.
She needed no further bidding. Her cunt was burning up with need. She quickly straddled his lap, and grasping his hardened prick, aimed it up at her gushing hole, and sat down slowly.
"Aaaahhh," she gasped. "Oooohh, that's goddamned good!"
She started a steady bobbing up and down on the thick shaft, and looked at Shep working between Helene's legs again. Her face was inches away from Helene's shaking ass. She let her lust-glazed eyes roam over the smooth, white flesh, and her hands stroked at it as she continued to hump on Shep's prick.
Finally, Vickie couldn't hold back any longer. She had to kiss that sweet ass, she had to suck at her hole. She put her lips on the nearest globe of flesh and played her tongue across the cool flesh. With one hand to balance her on his prick, and the other to pull Helene's ass-cheeks apart, she pushed her tongue into Helene's crack.
There was an instant reaction. Helene groaned with pleasure and pumped her hips wildly. With her forward thrust, she pushed her cunt into Shep's greedy mouth, and when she jerked back, Vickie's tongue dug into her ass. She howled with delight at either end of the stroke.
Vickie pushed her face flush against her ass, and she tried to stick her tongue into the tight, rubbery hole at her ass. It brought a new flurry of action from Helene.
"God!" she howled. "It's divine! Oooohh, fuck! It's so good! Suck, suck! Oh, don't stop! I'm cominnnggg!! "
Helene's body stiffened, then shook with a series of violent orgasms. She howled with pleasure. Vickie and Shep kept up their frantic licking even after she had come to a stop and was just whimpering joyously.
Vickie's steady humping on his cock had brought Shep to a peak and he jerked almost at the same time as Vickie shrieked she was coming.
"Ooowwww, baby," she hissed. Ooohhh, I'm going! I'm going!"
She turned loose of Helene's ass and braced herself with both arms on the couch. She pumped furiously on his convulsing prick, his spewing, milky juices ran freely down the insides of her legs, and the hot blasts of juices spurred her into wild screams of joy. The couch rocked with their thrashing, and the room echoed with their cries of relief and pleasure.
When the three of them finally were totally exhausted from their frantic search of satisfaction, they fell in a heap to the floor, side by side. They lay there panting and moaning with happiness. Helene whimpered uncontrollably. They were in ecstasy, eyes closed, breasts heaving, just enjoying the fantastic feelings they each were experiencing.
Helene was the first to break the silence. "That was great, Shep! You really outdid yourself," she breathed.
"Yes," Vickie chimed in. "You really performed like a pro. You were everything Helene said you'd be."
Shep smiled. He felt a little embarrassed to take all that praise. After all, what had he done? He had just sat there. It was the two of them that had done most of the work. And he had loved every minute of it. He licked his lips. The taste of
Helene's cunt was still there and he wondered if Vickie tasted the same. He would find out before the night was over, of that he was sure.
Helene went and fixed them all a fresh drink. They sat around sipping at their drinks and eyeing each other's bodies as the girls related stories of their past love life. They spared no details, and Shep soon was sporting a full-blown hard-on. The girls had been watching him with avid interest as they talked, and were quite pleased with themselves when they saw the fruits of their labors.
"I'm ready to go again," Helene said with her usual wicked little grin. "What'll we do this time?"
"I want to be sucked like you were," Vickie said in a calm voice.
"Good!" Helene said enthusiastically. "I want to be fucked in the ass! Your tongue really turned me on, Vickie!"
Vickie smiled. "How's that sound to you, Shep?"
Shep sat there enthralled by these two sex-starved creatures. He wasn't about to say no. He was as hot as they were, and how he got his rocks off was of no interest to him. Just as long as he got them off again, and soon.
They took up their positions on the floor. Helene in front of Shep, his prick aimed at her puckered ass. And Vickie standing in front of them ready to draw his mouth to her itching cunt.
He grabbed his prick and pushed it at the crack of Helene's ass. She reached back with both hands and stretched her firm, round ass-cheeks apart, and with a gentle pressure, Shep drove his cock into her saliva-lubricated ass.
"Ungghhh," she grunted. "Oooohhh, that's good, baby! Shove it all in!" she urged excitedly.
When Shep had developed a steady tempo into Helene's ass, Vickie moved in.
"Come and get it, Shep honey," she purred. "Come lick Vickie's cunt."
She thrust the wet cunt at him, and squealed with delight when he brushed his lips against the soggy lips. He grunted and panted heavily as he jammed his swollen prick into Helene's tight ass, and she moaned and rotated her ass to heighten the feeling of his driving rod.
Vickie was smiling wickedly, and she was grinding her cunt in Shep's face. His position wasn't right for licking her off properly, so he settled for letting her rub it as she desired to achieve the maximum satisfaction.
Vickie climaxed first. Screaming with pleasure, she mashed her cunt in his face. With the help of his fingers jammed into her, Helene went off next, and Shep followed, filling her waving ass with come.
Helene lay on the floor in a heap. She was moaning with pleasure. "You really have to try that," she gasped to Vickie who was sprawled out on the floor still grinning broadly. "It feels like having a bat crammed up your ass."
Vickie giggled along with Helene, and they sat up to look at Shep with lust-glazed eyes.
"Whoa, you two," Shep said, holding up a hand. "I need a rest. You two just sit there and cool off for a while."
The two girls laughed again.
Shep got up and mixed the drinks for the three of them. He rested and drank slowly until the girls started up again.
"Okay, Vickie," Helene said. "You take him this time and I'll watch. The next time you watch and I'll have him."
"Great!" Vickie grinned.
It went like that for the rest of the night and into the morning hours. Vickie. Helene.
Drinks and rest. Then Vickie. Then Helene. Then...
As morning approached, Shep was drunk. He lay on the floor while the two insatiable girls took turns using his body for their pleasure. Finally they could handle no more.
They all lay in a naked heap on the floor and slept for an hour or so, and then took a friendly three-way shower. After dressing they went out for breakfast, greeting the morning sun together as they strolled down the street.
"That was a great night, Shep," Helene said.
"The best night I ever had," Vickie agreed.
Shep smiled proudly. That had indeed been a memorable evening. He had had two of the richest girls in the state, certainly two of the sexiest girls in the state, and he had done everything with them. Everything!
He left them in the lobby of the hotel after breakfast. The last he saw of them, they were talking excitedly to each other, beaming from ear to ear.
Shep went up to his room. It was eight in the morning. Cass stirred as Shep came in, and opened an eye to see who was there.
"That you, Shep?"
"Yeah."
"Been out all night."
"Yeah."
"Get any action?"
"The best," he said. "Real first-class stuff, believe me, Cass.
"Been out with Helene, huh."
"How'd you know?"
"The way you look it had to be her," Cass said with a grin.
"It wasn't just her."
"You mean there was another beside her."
"A real jewel."
"You ought to be put up for a medal," Cass said. "I don't know of anyone who could handle all that nympho wanted, much less having one of her girl friends there too."
"It was a strain," Shep said proudly. "But I handled it."
Yeah, he thought to himself, I handled it.
10
The road trip dragged on and on. Wednesday night they concluded the series with Twin Falls, and they packed up and headed for Marshall.
It was one in the morning before they had all checked out of the hotel and boarded the bus. Off they went into the foggy night. Helene wasn't with them for a change. She had grown bored with the road trip, and would be waiting for them when they returned.
"See you when you get back," she told Shep.
He was glad to see her go. Playing this grueling road trip was bad enough, but shacking up with Helene and her friends would bring him to his ruin. He slumped down in his seat and tried to sleep away the trip.
It wasn't easy. They jolted over roads that hadn't been worked on since the WPA projects many years ago. The best Shep could manage in place of sleep, was a kind of light doze that he could sustain for about a half-hour at a time. H e was up at sunrise, and they stopped for breakfast at a dirty little diner in the middle of nowhere, and continued on.
Shep slept, off and on, throughout the day. The scenery wasn't worth opening your eyes to look at anyway. A cloudburst delayed them, and it was past five when they rolled into Marshall.
It was an older town than Twin Falls, but lacked the night life that Twin Falls had. Its team was in first place in the league, and was so far out in front that there wasn't a hope of catching them before the end of the season. The Marshall Stars had a habit of winning pennants, it seemed. They had been league champions for four years in a row, and nine years out of the last ten.
"Just like the Yankees," Cass said.
"Why are they so good?" Shep asked.
"They're accustomed to winning," Cass said. "It gets to be a way of life."
The Stars were a brisk, professional crew. Despite their strong lead in the standings, they approached the game with a tone that would have made you think their whole future depended on the outcome. Shep and his teammates didn't quite feel the same way. The long bus ride had pretty well robbed the competitive spirit from them, and it was a soggy bunch of ballplayers that took the field that night.
The Stars took the first of a three-game series, eleven to two. Shep went hitless for the first time since he had joined the team. The next day he caught up on his sleep, and won twenty dollars in a poker game going on in the lobby of the hotel they were staying at. That night he hit a home run and a pair of doubles. The Stars won anyway, three to two.
The last game of the series was played Saturday afternoon. The sight of the sun must have perked up the spirits of the team because they surprised themselves as much as the opposing team by handing them a sound beating. The score was nine to one when the dust settled, and was made possible by Shep's consistent hitting.
After a hasty dinner, it was back onto the bus again and on the road to the next town.
The road trip finished on a winning note, and proved to be a successful one, overall. They had won six out of nine games in all, and were solidly in third place in the standings. They packed up their gear and headed home.
The bus chugged into town early Wednesday morning, and Shep went straight to his rooming house. There was no game tonight, and he could rest up until a four-game series with the Braves on Thursday. It could prove to be a vital series for both teams. The Braves were in second place by six games, and they could cut that lead by four, if they could sweep the series. They would have to play heads-up ball to do that, but it could be done.
A stack of letters from Lily waited for him. She had written every day, and Shep read through them with a feeling of sadness and guilt. Poor Lily, he thought. Poor lovable Lily, with her big boobs and warm heart. He really wasn't treating her very fairly, he knew. He flipped through the pages of script, reading all about her lonely nights, and how she sat at home with a book or went to the movies. It made him feel about six inches tall.
He thought about Helene.
Helene and Vickie.
Aileen and Judy.
Even Jeanie. Little, big-brown-eyed Jeanie. He had almost forgotten about her. But Jeanie hadn't forgotten him.
"I waited for you," she told him. It was early evening, Wednesday, and she had just gotten off duty at the coffee shop, and ran up to his rooming house. She had caught him completely unaware. "I followed all the games," she beamed. "You hit so many home runs! Do you know that you're fifth in the league in home runs, and you haven't even played more than a dozen games!"
"That's nice," he said.
"Did you miss me?" she asked.
"Why ... uh ... yes, sure," Shep said. "I thought about you all the time."
"I even dreamed about you," Jeanie confessed-"You want to hear my dream?"
"If you want to tell me," Shep said, trying hard to sound interested.
We were married and on our honeymoon. A cruise to the South Seas, and our ship sank, stranding us on a deserted island. Then our clothes fell apart and we ran around naked, like Adam and Eve. We made love all the time, and nobody ever came to find us." Her eyes sparkled excitedly as she related her dream to him. "We would lie naked on the beach, and you'd kiss my breasts and make mad passionate love to me. We made love five times a day, every day for months. Wasn't that a wonderful dream, Shep?"
"Just peachy," he said, forcing back the laugh that was begging to be released.
The silly broad, he thought. She was so simple-minded she was just a dull little teen-ager with a heartthrob. What a ninny! Adam and Eve on a deserted island! Freud would have had a ball with that one!
"Since we spent that one night together," she went on, "and you left on the road trip, I've been counting the minutes. I want to feel like you made me feel that night, again. It was like a beautiful dream that night you made love to me."
"Yeah?"
"I sometimes wonder if it really happened. Did we, Shep? Did you really sleep with me."
"As far as I know, I did."
"I was so afraid, that night, but I'm not afraid any more. I know how beautiful it can be when two people are so much in love. There isn't anything dirty about that, is there, Shep?"
"No, of course not."
"Even if they aren't married," she continued, "the marriage words don't matter. They're just words, aren't they, Shep?"
"Yeah."
"It's what's in the heart that counts. You can be married, and still not have love. That's wicked. But if you're in love, and you do that, nothing else matters."
Shep smiled indulgently at her. She looked a little winded after all that. She had probably been rehearsing it all week, he thought silently.
"I want you, Shep!" she cried. "I love you. Take me to bed again, darling!"
She began stripping away her clothes.
He wasn't really in the mood for her. He was bored stiff with her childish antics, and he wished he had never started fooling around with her in the first place. He was as eager to make love with her as he was ready to get back onto the run-down bus and head back to Marshall.
But she had her blouse off, and then her bra. Her cute rounded breasts came into view, and Shep's interest started to grow. She was an empty-headed little kid, but there was no denying that she had a good-looking body.
Shep never had been able to resist a good-looking body. Especially a good-looking body on a girl who was taking her clothes off in his room.
Jeanie was flushed and excited. Her nipples stood up tall and hard as she finished taking off her clothes. Off came her skirt, then panties, and she stood there in front of him.
She looked down at him with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Is something wrong, Shep?" she asked in a weak voice, huddling her shoulders together as though she felt suddenly embarrassed at having exposed herself so shamelessly. "I didn't ... shock you, or anything?"
"No," he said. "No."
"You love me, Shep?"
"Come over here and I'll show you."
He quickly had gotten into the spirit of the moment. What the hell, she was easy on the eyes, and they could only hang you once for the same crime, he told himself. There was something sexy about the way she looked in her nudity. He had broken her cherry the last time, and it was only fair to her to.screw her again, if that's what she wanted.
He wrapped his arms around her, and she pressed herself against him. Her head tilted up, and she puckered her lips, eyes closed tightly, waiting to be kissed.
He mashed his lips to hers. His hands played with her ass, and he reached around and brushed her cunt with his hand.
"Oooohhh, Shep!" she gasped.
The last time, Jeanie had started with fifteen years of pent-up, festering virginity. Today there were only ten days of abstinence driving her, but the effect was more or less the same.
He grabbed at her breasts and squeezed them, and he felt the nipples, hard as little pebbles, against his hands as she pressed to him. She went wild. Thrashing, flailing, panting, and shrieking like a demon. She didn't believe in maidenly modesty, that was for sure. She had pulled out all the stops. Her body crushed against him with frantic eagerness, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder as she had the first time. It was getting to be a habit with her. A personal trademark.
It was the same shoulder she had munched on the night he had taken her virginity. Those indentations had healed, but now she clamped onto him with a passionate hunger.
There was nothing Shep could do but grin and bear it. Unless, yes! He smiled to himself. Unless he could get her teeth away from his shoulder. And how better to do that, then to fuck her in the ass like he had Helene?
"You really love it," he said with an effort.
"Oh, yes! Yes, Shep! I love it!" she gasped from beneath him. "I don't ever want you to stop!"
"Know what I'd like to do? I'd like to make you feel the way you did the last night, but in a very special way." Shep told the dazed girl. "I know you'd love it, too."
"I don't care, Shep. Anything! I'm going crazy!"
"I'd love to fuck you in the ass," he said hoarsely. "You'd like it, I know you would."
She stopped cold. His hand had wormed under her and was fingering at her young ass.
"But ... but that's dirty! I'd never go for anything as dirty as that!" Her eyes were wide with shock.
"You would," Shep coaxed. "Weren't you afraid the first time we made love, and afterward, you admitted there wasn't any reason to be?"
She shivered beneath him. "You ... you've done it that way before?"
"Lots of times," he lied. "They all loved it."
"They did?"
"Sure."
He pushed his finger into her ass-hole, making her gasp and squirm. "You see? You're very sensitive there. You really like it when I finger you there, don't you? You'll love it even more when I stick my cock in. C'mon, baby. It'll only hurt for a second, just like when I screwed you the first time."
Jeanie moaned wildly. Shep wasn't sure if it was the finger moving in her ass, or the crude manner in which he was talking to her now. Either way, she was greatly excited, and a gasp of disappointment went out of her as he withdrew his prick from her cunt.
Her firm young ass had never looked so sexy to him as it did when he gripped her cheeks with both hands and pulled them apart. Her tightly puckered ass-hole stared out at him, and he massaged her leaking cunt juices into it with his fingers. Her face was buried into the bed, as he eased the thick, swollen prick up to the entrance of her ass. She flinched with pain when he pressed it past the rubbery flesh, and drove it home.
"Aaaahh," she shrieked. Her hands clutched at the bedspread, and he saw the muscles of her back twitching spasmodically as he began to pump in and out of her tight sweet ass.
"You like it, baby?" he grunted. "Does it feel good?"
She shook her head feebly, and he worked his cock faster, deeper.
"Hhaaa, oooohh, Shep! It hurts! Oooohh," she moaned.
He didn't let up with his savage fucking of her ass, and after a minute, she had changed her tune. Her ass jerked, and she thrust at his prick as he drove it to her.
"Shep! Shep!" she cried. "Oooohh, it's good! So good! Jam it in! Jam it all the way!! "
She went wild with lust and continued to ram her ass back to his charging cock.
She was terribly tight, tighter than her virgin cunt had been by far. He pumped his hips, and reached around to toy with her clit. He felt her shiver with pleasure, and she howled with delight at this added treatment.
"Mmmmmm, ooohh! Harder, Shep! More! More!"
He made a renewed effort and stabbed vigorously at the young girl's frantically bobbing ass. She moaned deliriously, throwing her bottom to him in wild abandon, and squealed with delight every time he drove into her.
Fucking Jeanie in the ass was great! He could hardly believe the erotic and physical sensations that ran through him. He was going to blow her ass off when he came, he thought. Man! Was he going to blow her ass off!
Jeanie was first to pierce the air with a howl of joy indicating her orgasm. Even if she had remained silent, Shep would have known, from the way she stiffened, clenched her buttocks, and convulsed beneath him while her insides shook with muscular convulsions.
Her joyful reaction brought Shep to a hasty conclusion, and he blasted her ass with rapid bursts of come from his pumping prick.
"Ooohh, darling!" she whimpered. "Ooohh, I'm dying! I must be dying! Oooohh, it feels so gooood!! "
Shep remained with his prick in her, driving his cock, balls smacking against her ass, until they both fell to the bed in exhaustion. He felt like a million bucks. Totally satiated, and glowing with satisfaction.
Jeanie lay there in a trance. Her eyes were shut tight and she whimpered quietly, lost in a world of her own.
"Was I right?" Shep said, after a long silence.
"Wha ... what?"
"Was I right? Was it like I said?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!" she said happily. "I'll never think twice again. I want to do all those things you want. It felt better than the last time, Shep. Can you believe that?"
"Sure," he said smiling.
Shep got up and went to the bathroom and peered at his shoulder in the dim mirror. The impression of her teeth was plainly visible.
"Shep?" Jeanie called.
"Yeah."
"Where'd you go, honey?"
"I'm here," he answered. "In the bathroom."
He came out. She was lying face down on the bed, limp and weary-looking. She was a nice sight, the smooth back and pink, curving bare buttocks, reddened somewhat from the fucking she had just received, and her long hair hanging around her shoulders.
She turned and looked at him. "Did I hurt you, Shep?"
"I'm all right," he said, rubbing at the marks on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I just get carried away when you put it in me. Is that why you did it from the back?"
"Yeah," he said. "That was part of the reason. I wanted to do it that way too."
"I'll try and control myself next time, Shep."
"I hope you don't have rabies," he told her jokingly.
"I don't," she laughed. "Sit down here and hold me. Tell me you love me, Shep."
He sat down and rested his hands on the cool flesh of her buttocks. He stroked at her; that was a pleasant task. But he couldn't bring himself to tell her that he loved her. God knew he had used the three-word gambit plenty of times, when he had to, in order to persuade an unreasonable girl. But this was different.
Those other times he had simply been playing his part in a formulized ritual that had no more of a relationship to true love than a game of marbles did. The girls had demanded a certain kind of magic formula before sleeping with him, and he had complied with their wishes.
Not Jeanie, though. There was certainly a magic in the words, but nothing ritualistic about them at all. She meant them, or at least she thought she did. And she wanted him to say them and mean it. The act had already taken place, and now she wanted the words.
He couldn't say it.
"Why don't you ever tell me you love me?" Jeanie asked. Her voice just this side of turning into a plaintive, maddening whine.
Shep leaned over and kissed her.
"That isn't an answer," she said.
"You know how I feel about you baby," Shep improvised. "We don't need the words."
"Tell me. Please, tell me, Shep," she insisted. "I want you to tell me you love me."
He took a deep breath. This was going to be harder than making an unassisted triple play. He was going to have to tell her that she should grow up and stop living in the doll-house world that she was now. She would have to learn someday, that not everybody took a girl to bed and married her immediately after. She was going to have to grow up and realize that sex could happen without love.
He caressed her naked body, intent on telling her the facts of life before this went further.
He looked down at those big brown eyes. Full of innocence, pleading with him for those three little words of comfort.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn! He couldn't do it. Much as she needed to be shown the truth, he couldn't do it.
"I love you," he said finally. He almost shouted the words.
"Oh, Shep! Shep!" she gushed.
11
Jeanie wanted to spend the evening with him. Her big idea for the night, was to take Shep home and introduce him to her family and have dinner there. After that they could go bowling, dancing, or whatever they wanted, and then he could make love to her again. Then he could kiss her good night and they could go off to dreamland.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Not tonight."
"Why, Shep?"
"Look, Jeanie, I've just come back from a hard road trip. I'm dead tired. I'll meet your family some other time."
"But..."
"Some other time, Jeanie."
She looked a little miffed. But whatever complaints she had, she was storing them up, keeping them to herself.
So he got out of that, and it was just as well. The last thing in the world he wanted was for Jeanie to drag him down to her house to meet her parents. That was one step toward his total domestication, and he intended fighting it all the way. He couldn't get over how, after bedding her a couple of times, she was assuming that he was all set to marry her.
He got rid of her as fast as he could without making it look as if he were throwing her out on her ear. She gave him a long, lingering good-bye kiss, and let him see that the stars were still shining in her eyes. Then she was gone.
It was only seven-thirty in the evening. Shep thought about what he'd do to pass the time.
Dinner first. He'd get out of town and go to one of the numerous nearby roadhouses for a good steak. Then, maybe a movie. If there was anything good at the local theater, then back and a good night's sleep.
It was a nice idea, but it didn't quite work out that way. Shep didn't know it, but he was in for a different sort of evening than he had planned.
He was on his way back from an undistinguished steak at a place about five miles from town, and was breezing along the highway when a horn honked at him from behind. He figured it was a cop, and pulled to the side of the road. But it wasn't a cop. The cops here didn't drive around in Cadillacs.
It was Helene. She came up along side of him. "Hi there!" she called to him. "Where're you coming from?"
"Place called The Open Hearth," he said. "You know the place?"
"A dump," she said. "What made you go there to eat?"
"Picked it out of the phone book. I was just looking for a different place than the hotel or coffee shop to eat at.
"You should have looked me up," she said, sweetly. "I could have gone out for dinner with you and showed you a good place to get a meal."
"Then it wouldn't have been a quiet night off."
"It isn't going to be anyway," Helene said. She smiled, but it wasn't a pleasant smile. It was one of those teeth-baring smiles, one of those "I'm going to eat you up" smiles. What was it with the women in this town, he thought, couldn't they leave a guy alone for one night?
He said, "And where are you coming from, may I ask?"
"Just out driving around," she said. "I thought I recognized that heap of yours, so I followed you. Come on. I'll race you back to your place."
"And after the race?"
"Guess," she said, grinning.
Within a minute of the time it took Shep to get back on the road, she disappeared far ahead of him.
She was parked and waiting for him when he pulled in front of the rooming house.
"Why don't you get yourself a decent car?" she said.
"On what your father's paying me?"
"You got a big bonus, didn't you?"
"That's salted away in the bank for a rainy day. There's time for imagine cars when I make it to the big league."
"Let's go up to your room."
"Why?" he asked, well knowing what she had in mind.
"You know what," she giggled. "We'll play some games."
"Maybe I don't know how to play."
"I'll teach you what you don't know," she replied with her usual wicked little grin.
They went up to his room. The bed was still mussed and scrambled from his session with Jeanie. Helene noticed, but she didn't say anything. Her single, sharp glance was enough of a statement.
"Well," Shep said. "What kind of game do you want to play?"
"First, you take all your clothes off."
"Just me?" he asked. "Or do we all strip off?"
"We both do."
"Where'd you learn this game?"
"Hong Kong," she said. "I was a spy there for the CIA during the Korean War.
"You weren't even born then."
"I certainly was. I just hadn't reached puberty then, that's all," she joked.
"Maybe I don't want to play this game," Shep smiled.
"You better want to," Helene told him. "Strip!"
"Yeah," he said. "Whatever Helene wants, Helene gets. Isn't that how the song goes?"
"The song's about another girl."
"Same difference," Shep said.
Helene started stripping away her clothes, and he did the same. She was faster, and had her clothes completely off when he removed his shirt.
She looked up and saw where Jeanie had put her teeth into his shoulder.
"What's happened here?" she asked, running her hand over the marks.
"I slipped and fell on my false teeth," Shep said. "They bit me."
"Must have happened recently. It's still fresh."
"Yeah," Shep said. "Recently enough."
"Who was she, Shep?"
"I refuse to answer on the grounds that it might tend to incriminate me," he said coyly.
"Was it the young one with the big brown eyes? The one you took out a couple of weeks ago?"
"Come on, Helene. Lay off the questions."
"I want to know!" She looked angry, her nostrils flared out, her breasts quivered.
"Don't I have the right to fuck anyone but you in this town?" Shep shouted at her.
"I'm a very jealous person, Shep."
"You weren't jealous that night at Twin Falls when you brought Vickie to me."
"That was different. I organized that. I was in control and I did it to get my kicks for the night. But this ... some little tramp you picked up..."
He was getting annoyed at her. "Let's get on with the game, Helene." The muscles in his face quivered slightly.
"I want to know who you're sleeping with, Shep."
"Oh, she's just a local kid. A nothing. A nobody. Stop worrying, Helene. She isn't any competition for you. She's not even near your class."
"Don't you get whatever you want from me?" Helene asked, pouting. "Do you need other girls too? I can give you everything you need, Shep. Ten times a day, if that's what you want. Get rid of her."
To shut her up, Shep walked over and put his hands on her heaving breasts, and his mouth over her eager lips. A shiver of delight ran through her immediately, and he felt her nipples turning rigid as he clutched at the globes of her satin-smooth breasts. She sighed and panted, her eyes starry with desire.
In another moment he was as completely naked as she was.
"Hurry!" she cried hoarsely. "Hurry, Shep!"
They tumbled onto the bed. Forgotten was the jealousy, the anger. Nothing mattered but the need to satisfy the lust they each felt.
She touched and kissed him everywhere with deft, maddening exciting moves of her hands and lips. She knew all the tricks to drive him wild, and then a few.
He filled his hands with her magnificent tits. Sucked at the cherry-tipped, hard nipples, and stroked at her buttocks. Her body crushed against him, smothering him with soft flesh, demanding her due.
Then she pulled away. "Fuck me!" she ordered. "Fuck the hell out of me!"
Shep climbed onto the frantic Helene, and worked his hard-on into her thrashing cunt. She howled with delight when he drove the taut flesh into her with a lustful determination that drove her ass into the mattress.
She went berserk. Her body moved as if she had been jolted with a million volts of energy.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck!" she hissed through her clenched teeth. Fuck me, baby! Fuck meee!! "
Her whole body came off the bed for a second as she climaxed violently. Shep could hardly believe how fast it had happened. He had just gotten into her a moment ago!
She whimpered happily and pushed him up. His cock pulled from her cunt with a pop, and he groaned, "What the hell? What are you..."
"Move up!" she gasped. "Move up!"
He found out what she was up to in a second. She scooted herself down the length of his body until his rigid prick was suspended over her open mouth. With a lunge, she swallowed his prick, and groaned ecstatically.
"Fuck me in the mouth, darling! Give me the works! Shoot your load in me!"
Shep went berserk himself. Her body had excited him beyond belief to begin with, and now her mouth and hands were blowing his mind into outer space. Her tongue lapped at the tortured flesh of his cock, and she sucked greedily at both his prick and his balls. When her mouth left his cock, temporarily, to lap at his ass, her hands took up where her mouth had been.
His hips jerked involuntarily as her mouth returned to its tantalizing chore, and he pumped at her loosely opened mouth to hurry the outcome. He was going out of his mind. He hastened the movement of his hips, driving the prick deep into her mouth. She gagged, but never stopped the steady sucking. He knew he was about ready to come, and he groaned, "Here! Here it is, baby! Take it all! Suck me dry!"
At the same time his body jerked forward, he shot off into the eager Helene.
"Mmmmmm," she gasped excitedly. She choked, gasped,, and continued to swallow the hot gobs of juice he was blasting into her greedy mouth.
When his prick had unloaded its cargo, he fell forward onto the bed.
"How was that, Shep?" Helene asked, beaming at him. "Can that little tramp top that?"
Shep shook his head. He was drained. She had drained him of every ounce of strength in his body. He lay there breathing hard, trying to focus his pleasure-flooded mind.
Then, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Shep asked.
"Telephone, Mister Coleman," a voice answered. "I'll be right there."
He got up and pulled his trousers on. "I'll be back in a second," he told Helene, as he pulled on a shirt and headed for the door.
The phone was in the hall downstairs. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello."
"Shep? Oh, Shep, honey, it's so good to hear your voice."
It was Lily!
"Lily?" he said with a shaky voice.
"Of course, darling."
"Where are you?"
"Why, I'm here at the bus depot."
"Here?"
"Yes, why? Is anything wrong."
"No, ahh ... no!" he sputtered. "Oh, I'm sorry, Shep. I wanted to surprise you," she said.
Dazed, Shep said, "You ... I ... well, you wait there. I'll come and get you."
"Fine."
"It'll take about ten minutes. I ... uh ... I was in bed, asleep. The place is a mess. You wait and I'll be right down."
"Don't bother straightening up," Lily said, cheerfully. I'll take care of that when I get there. Just hurry down here. I want to see you so badly."
"Sure, Lily. Sure."
12
He hung up the phone and walked back to his room. He was still dazed. It felt like a hammer had hit him on the head. Helene, naked and luscious, smiled at him and ran her hands sensuously over her body to show her impatience.
"Well," she said anxiously.
"Look, Helene," he said, slowly. "You're going to have to leave now."
"Leave?"
"That's right." His voice was hoarse. "I ... I've got to go down to the depot and pick someone up. I'd rather you didn't stick around."
"That's sweet of you. May I ask, who it is that's so important, you have to throw me out?"
"I ... I've got company. Unexpected company."
"Who?"
"My kid sister," Shep said, after he had frantically searched his mind for a reasonable and believable solution to his dilemma.
"And she's going to stay here, with you?" Helene asked. "Here. Right here with only one bed?" she added skeptically.
"What the hell do you think I am? She'll have the bed, and I'll get a cot set up in here for myself. It'll work out."
"Why can't she stay at one of the hotels in town?"
"It's too late to start cruising around town to find a hotel room. Besides, they're all dumps, anyway. She'll be better off here. Now, be a good girl and clear out. She's had a hard trip down here and I don't want to keep her waiting down there all night."
Helene didn't appear to have swallowed the story, but she got up anyway and started to dress reluctantly.
"How old is this sister of yours?"
"A year and a half younger than me."
"That's nice," Helene said, sweetly.
She buttoned up, and Shep cleared her out of the room. Then he straightened the room as well as could be done in a minute and ran down to his car. He got to the depot fifteen minutes later from the time Lily had called.
Lily was standing next to the newsstand.
"Lily," he called.
"Shep! Oh Shep!"
She ran into his arms. Her breasts dug into his chest, and her tongue snaked into his mouth. She acted as if they were home in bed, and not in the center of a bus depot.
They parted. Her eyes glowed brightly, her breasts heaved, and she breathed heavily.
"It's so good to kiss you again," she breathed.
"Yeah, it is," Shep said. "Let's get out of here. Are these your suitcases?"
"Yes, Shep. So how have you been? I've read about you. All those runs you've been hitting."
"Short fences," Shep told her. "I've been lucky. But this isn't the big leagues."
They piled into his car and headed back to the boarding house.
When they got into Shep's room, Lily said, "It's cute. Bigger than I thought it would be, and neater than I expected, too."
"I was just changing the sheets," he explained. "They were getting pretty dirty."
He put the suitcases down. Lily turned to him, and her eyes gleamed with desire.
"You know what I want to do?" she asked.
Shep knew exactly what she wanted to do. The same thing he had done with Jeanie this afternoon. The same thing he had just done with Helene a half-hour ago. And now, the same thing he was going to do with Lily.
Three rounds with three different girls in the same day. That would be a record, for him anyway. He wasn't completely sure he could manage it. The two earlier rounds with Jeanie and Helene had taken a lot out of him. A guy apparently could get too much of a good thing after all.
Lily was half stripped when the knock came at the door.
Damn! Who could that be now? "Who is it?" he called.
"Telephone again, Mister Coleman."
"Okay, okay. I'll be right there."
"I'll be back in a second, honey."
"I'll be waiting," Lily said softly.
She would be too, he thought to himself. She was pulling off her bra and panties, exposing that lush, full body he had grown accustomed to before he came to the minors.
He ran down to the phone and picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Coleman?"
"Yes."
"McMurdo here. Get your things packed. You're leaving tomorrow for California. You've been called up to the San Diego Blue Bills."
Shep stood there in a state of shock. He was moving up to Triple A ball! After less than a month, he was moving up one step closer to the majors!
"You're not putting me on, are you."
"No. And you can thank me in a small way for getting you out of here."
"What do you mean?"
"I got the word to the right places to get you this chance. I hated to see a player with your talent rotting here with a group of losers. I know you won't let me down. Drop by tomorrow and I'll fill you in on the rest. Good night."
"Good night, Mac."
Shep still couldn't believe his ears. Sure, he had always thought he would move up. But now it was really true, not a dream. He would be making more money, live in better hotels, travel in first-class transportation, and play ball with real ballplayers in a civilized part of the world. It was too good to be true, but it was true!
Lily! He had to tell Lily! He ran back up the stairs in giant leaps and bounds, hooting like a wild man. He burst through the door. Lily was in bed. The covers were pulled up around her shoulders, and a startled expression was on her pretty face.
"I've made it!" he howled. "I've made it!"
"Made what?" Lily asked.
"Triple A ball. I've made Triple A," he shouted.
"Oh, Shep!" Lily's face lit up with a wide smile. "I'm so happy for you."
They were busy discussing their future plans when Helene and Jeanie walked into the room through the door Shep had left partially open.
"What's all the excitement about, Shep."
Shep turned and saw the two girls standing there. His blood chilled at the sight. He had tried to avoid Lily and any of the girls from meeting, but there they were. From the looks on Helene's and Jeanie's faces, he was in for trouble.
"Uhhh ... Lily, this is ... uhh..."
"I'll do the introductions, Shep," Helene said sarcastically. "I suppose this is your sister?"
"Why..."
"Don't bother to waste your time lying, Shep. I know who she is. Does she know who we are?"
Shep looked at Lily sitting up in the bed with the sheet pulled to her neck. He expected her to be shocked and horrified by the intrusion, but she just sat there calmly.
"Let me have the honor of explaining who I am," Helene said, bitterly. "First of all," she said, "she's not your sister. She's the girl you've been writing to. And I'm the girl Shep's been fucking for the last month. This little innocent twerp," she pulled Jeanie forward, "is another girl he's been fucking around with. She's in love with him." Her voice was filled with sarcasm. "She thinks that the son of a bitch is going to marry her." Again the sarcasm oozed from her.
Poor Jeanie just stood there without saying a word. Her eyes were tearing up fast.
Helene said, "I wonder what she'd think if she knew about the time you, me and Vickie got together ? Or the whorehouse in Twin Falls? Or what you did to Jeanie?"
"I loved you!" Jeanie sobbed. The tears started. "I was virgin. I loved you."
Shep felt like crawling into a hole. He looked at Lily. She was still sitting there perfectly calm. H e expected her to be packing by now, but she just sat there silently.
It was all over now. He would go on to play Triple A ball, but Lily would never see him again. That witch, Helene, had seen to that. He didn't feel any hate for Jeanie, but at this moment he could have wrung Helene's neck. He had a thing or two to tell them both. There was nothing to lose.
"Just wait a minute!" Shep said sharply. "Now that you've pointed out what a bastard I am, let's set a few things straight.
He turned to Jeanie. "I should have said this before, but I didn't want to hurt you, but it's time to say it now. You're too old and too well put together to think this Alice in Wonderland garbage above love. It's time for you to grow up. Just because some guy beds you, is no sign that he has marriage in mind. If you don't believe that, just ask Helene about that. You were right when you said you didn't have to be married to go to bed. Remember that in the future. You're a sweet kid, but you'll never get what you want from life if you don't take a chance now and then.
He turned to Helene who stood there glaring at him. "As for you. I'd call you a slut, but you know that already. Doing this, you're just showing another side of your rotten nature. I can't say I didn't enjoy fucking you, because I did. But I can say, that I really wish I'd never known you. You're a good fuck, but a lousy, warped human being, and you don't have the excuse of innocence Jeanie does. With her it's just a lack of maturity. With you, it's a complete lack of everything. Now, both of you get out of here before I throw you out."
Lily got up from the bed. She was stark naked. She picked through one of her suitcases and pulled out a thin robe. She put it on and came over to Helene.
"You really wasted your time coming over here," she said quietly. "I knew that Shep wasn't taking in a movie on his free time. I'm not that sheltered. I wouldn't care if he bedded half the women in this town. I prefer he do it now, than after we're married. I love him. So, you see, you wasted your time."
She came over to Shep and put her arm through his.
"Oh, Jeanie," she said as an afterthought. "I wouldn't worry about losing your virginity. Shep thought I was a virgin when we first slept together, but he was wrong. I lost mine the same way you lost yours, and I lived through it. Not only that, but I got the man I wanted besides." She looked at Shep.
Jeanie managed a weak smile, and she left the room.
Helene was raging. Her teeth gritted together and the muscles of her jaw were rigid with anger. She had lost in her bid to foul up Shep and Lily. She turned and stormed out of the room, and she could be heard cussing all the way out to the street.
Shep turned to Lily.
"I've never seen you like this before," he said. "I never really realized all I had until now."
"Would you like me to show you what you have," she said, smiling broadly.
She pulled him eagerly toward the bed. "I've been waiting for this a long time. Don't let me down, lover."
She let the robe slip off her shoulders and fall silently to the floor. Smiling, she laid down on the bed.
Shep thought all the way to the bed. Lily, a new team, a bright new start for him. But someday, Helene and Jeanie will have forgotten this day, and maybe, just maybe, he would pass through here again and find out.
