Chapter 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."