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CHAPTER TWO

The baseball game had degenerated into a farce because a remarkable spectator had wandered onto the field. The spectator was a girl named Sue Tumble and, although she had no interest whatsoever in baseball, she was very interested in the boys who played the game. And they were paying more attention to the girl than they were to the ball.

Their own balls got hard as baseballs. Their virile pricks were like baseball bats, ready to drive creamy fungos to hairy fields.

Sue Tumble, unlike Sarah Lee Roland, did not give a damn about her reputation and was well known as a girl who would spread her lithe young legs for just about anyone, just about anywhere and at most any time.

She was a pert, slender teenage girl, experienced beyond her years. She wore her red hair in a pony tail and had a few freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose, so that she looked cute rather than sexy – from the neck up.

But her body was pure dynamite.

Her firm young tits pushed out demandingly and she left the top few buttons of her blouse undone, so that her creamy cleavage could be seen rolling together in a soft canyon. Her skirt was so short that it was scarcely more than a fringe around her crotch.

She'd been a tomboy before she became a tramp, and her legs were muscular from athletic endeavors, her ass tight and thrusting her hips limber. Her loins were a cock box, plain and simple. Her hands were cock clamps, her mouth a cum sack, even her asshole, it was rumored, was not inclined to refuse admission to a prick.

It was little wonder that when Sue Tumble wandered over to watch, the baseball game lost its fascination for the lusty young players.

Sue stood beside first base for a moment, chewing gum with a steady jaw clamping and smiling at the players. Then she hiked herself nimbly up on the fence, just as if she were interested in watching the play. She perched there with her knees apart.

Not a man on the team, not even the outfielders, failed to be aware of the fact that Sue Tumble wore no panties under her short skirt.

Her red-haired pussy glowed like a burning bush. Her slit was open and wet, running through her hairy cunt like a sluggish river through a forest fire.

Her smile left no doubt that she knew just what effect she was having on the game and the players – her lack of panties was not an accident.

The pitcher threw several balls into the dirt. The batter swung at them, anyhow. He didn't make contact, of course, and that was just as well, for all nine men on the field were staring at Sue Tumble's cunt and would never have fielded the ball.

Sarah Lee Roland's brother, Ernie, was the third baseman and as he crouched beside the bag, his big cock pushed out like a pointer directing the way across the infield toward Sue.

Ernie was as horny as his sister. It ran in the family.

Like his sister, Ernie was still a virgin, but he had had a bit more experience than Sarah Lee. He had felt up several girls and finger-fucked a couple more. Once a generous lass had jacked him off in the shadows behind the ice skating rink, on a night so cold that Ernie's cum had been a frozen, lump even before it hit the ground, where it shattered like brittle ice. But he had never gotten into a cunt with his cock, and as he gazed at Sue Tumble, he became optimistic.

The inning finally ended – on a strike out, for the batter's cock was bigger than his bat by that time, and threw him off balance as he swung. The players all wandered over to the fence, ending the contest by tacit agreement.

Sue smiled happily at being the object of so much attention as they clustered around her. She kept her legs apart.

Their boys dropped their baseball gloves so that, stooping to retrieve them, they could look directly up her skirt and into that flaming cunt.

Ernie, bolder than his comrades, spoke first. "I never knew that you were a baseball fan, Sue," he said to the girl.

"Oh, sure," she said, with a wicked glint in her green eyes. "I like the balls and bats."

"You want to play?" he asked.

She thought about it, chewing gum and grinning.

"I might," she said.

"What position do you play?"

"I'm a catcher," she said.

She squirmed a little, so they could see that she had the right equipment for it.

"I never dropped a ball yet," she added. Then, giggling, "I emptied plenty, though." Eighteen cocks swelled up and eighteen sets of balls expanded like balloons. They were more like basketballs than baseballs, by this time, as the lusty young fellows realized that Sue Tumble was as naughty as they had heard.

"You want to mess around some?" Ernie asked.

"Okay," she said, making no bones about it.

Clustering around her, the boys began to feel her up, rubbing her thighs and tits. Ernie began to finger her cunt.

"Ummm," she said. But then she frowned. "Listen, fellas, I ain't gonna fuck eighteen guys at once. I mean, I may be a tramp, but I ain't that bad. A girl could get a really awful reputation if she let eighteen guys gang-bang her."

That was true and the boys nodded.

"I might fuck three or four of you," she said.

The boys looked at one another with a competitive urge, each wondering if he would be one of the lucky ones.

"I suppose I could jerk off five or six, too," she added, keeping their interest up.

The boys milled about, each trying to get his cock positioned within range of the randy girl.

There was no room for all eighteen pricks and a great deal of jostling went on as they fought for position like basketball players waiting for a rebound.

A shortstop, unable to restrain himself, whipped open his fly and hauled his cock out.

Sue folded her fist around it instantly.

When the other boys saw this, they all hastened to pull their pricks out so that, in a moment, the girl was surrounded by several cocks, all pointed at her.

Ernie was in the best position right in front of the girl, with his finger stuck up her cunt. His big prick rubbed against the inside of her knee. When Sue saw the size of the boy's cock, she gave a little wail of delight and her tongue slipped across her lower lip.

But she did not handle Ernie's cock. Ernie, she had instantly determined, was going to be one of the lucky ones that she would save for her pussy.

But, not realizing this, Ernie was frustrated at having his cock neglected. He began pushing his middle finger up her cunt hole steadily, while his thumb massaged her stiff clit. He rubbed his cockhead against the inside of her thigh, leaving a slimy trail of spunk on her smooth skin.

Sue had the shortstop's prick in her left hand and she wrapped her right hand around a left fielder's cock. She began pumping both cocks up and down, holding them close to her hips as she balanced herself on the fence.

She closed her legs.

Ernie, for a terrible instant, thought that she was clamping her thighs together to prevent him from fingering her pussy, but then he realized that she had clamped those sweet legs around his prick. He began to hump vigorously, driving his cock up and down through the friction of her slick thighs.

"Don't come," she told him.

He looked at her sadly, thinking she didn't want him to come on her skirt.

But then she smiled and said, "Don't waste it, Ernie. I want all that hot, thick jism up my pussy."

Ernie almost fainted with joy. He knew that he would be unable to stop himself from shooting if he remained where he was, humping between the legs. Reluctantly, but knowing it was best, he pulled his prick away and stepped back, determined to bide his time.

A first baseman instantly took Ernie's place directly in front of Sue. His cock, not nearly as large as Ernie's, but every bit as hard and hot, began to slide up and down through her clamped thighs.

The center fielder opened her blouse and began to fondle her tit, reaching out with his arms extended, as if chasing down a long fly ball.

The second baseman fell greedily upon her other tit, fielding the firm globe sure handedly.

The catcher was squeezing her ass from behind and the pitcher was clawing at her cunt, his wrist twisting just as if he were hurling a screwball as he shoved his stiff fingers up her sodden pussy hole to the knuckles.

Cunt juice poured down her crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass. Slippery pussy cream dripped onto the fence.

Sue had started to pant and moan with pleasure as so many hands pawed her body. Her hands worked steadily, going up and down like twin pistons in a two-stroke engine as she jerked merrily away with a prick in both hands.

The shortstop shot first. His cum arched high into the air, the wad turning over like a fly ball, gleaming like ivory in the sunlight, and came splashing down on Sue's thigh. He staggered away, his knees turned to fluid, as if he had blown all his vitality out through his prick.

The right fielder hastened to slide his cock into the vacated hand and Sue began pumping him instantly, so that she didn't even miss a stroke as the cocks changed in her grip. Her hand was slippery with the shortstop's spunk now, and flew easily up and down on the new cock.

The left fielder spurted a slimy geyser past her hip. It splattered on the catcher's mask. That stout lad was kneeling behind her, crouching as catchers do and massaging her juicy ass with both gnarled hands. When the jism hit him in the face mask, he jumped back.

Sue jerked off six lucky lads, three with each hand, while Ernie lingered in the background. Ernie was delighted at having been chosen as one of the fucking squad, but temporarily in agony, with his cock neglected while his teammates got their rocks off so happily. He knew how a pinch hitter must feel as he waits to enter the game at a crucial point, with the bases loaded and the game on the line. He had one hand wrapped around the hilt of his prick, not pumping it – for he had no intention of jacking himself off when there was hot pussy waiting – but merely swinging it the way he would have a bat in the on-deck circle as he waited for the magic moment.

His cockhead was flowing with juices. As he whipped his cock from side to side, creamy plumes and slimy banners flowed from the knob.

Then Sue's wrists and forearms got tired.

"Sorry, guys," she said, looking a trifle sheepish. "I can't do any more jerking off right now."

The unjerked boys crowded around, moaning and whining, pleading and gazing longingly at the girl. She shook her weary hands. Cum sprayed from them. She winked at Ernie.

"Time for some fucking," she said.

"Yeah!" he said, with enthusiasm.

The other boys glared at him, envious, jealous and annoyed. They could clearly see that Ernie had the largest cock among them and that he had been chosen for cock size, rather than any skill. And it didn't seem fair.

Ernie moved toward the girl. He was filled with joy at the realization that he was about to get his first piece of ass. But then he paused, his eager prick looking like a battering ram in front of his loins.

He knew that all seventeen of the others were going to be hovering around, watching him, studying his technique, urging him to hurry and make room for the next cock. That thought didn't please him in the least. After all, he thought, a guy's first fuck ought to be a private matter. It ought to be sort of romantic. Or, at least, comfortable.

It seemed a shame that he was going to have to lose his cherry in a muddy field, with two baseball teams watching. Why! He might even be too nervous and embarrassed to make a good job of it! That thought terrified him. It would be far worse than dropping a pop up, worse than striking out with the bases loaded. But his balls were more loaded than any bases could ever be and he just had to fuck this generous girl.

Then Ernie got an idea.

Sue had slipped down from the fence and was waiting for Ernie to come to her, but the boy hesitated. He knew that his teammates were going to bate him for what he was going to do, but it seemed a small price to pay.

He said, "Why don't we go back to my house, Sue?"

She raised her eyebrows.

"We can fuck in a real bed there."

The idea excited the girl. Although sexy Sue Tumble had fucked dozens of boys, she had never been fucked in a bed. She had been fucked in the back seats of cars, on blankets in the woods, under the bleachers during a football game and in a toilet at the dancehall, but she had never been bedded.

Now she hesitated.

"My parents aren't home," Ernie said. "We'll have the house to ourselves."

Sue was undecided. On the other hand, she very much liked the idea of getting fucked in a bed. On the other hand, there were still eleven unemptied pricks and she was loath to go off with one boy when she could have the even dozen.

But then she looked at Ernie's cock and saw that it was by far the largest that she had ever encountered. She figured that she would be silly to turn down quality for quantity.

She chomped on her gum and grinned.

"Okay," she said.

And so it was, with seventeen boys glaring at them, Ernie and Sue walked off together, hand in hand.