Chapter 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.