Chapter 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.