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Subject: Title story: "A Horse In The Dugout" Author: INCEST MAN 64644455
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Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2006 09:09:34 +0000
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A Horse In The Dugout by jallen944 A flash to his left startled him. It was a
lighter flame. The guy lit the end of a cigarette in the girl's mouth, then lit
his own. The small flame went out and the dugout was dark again, except for the
glowing orange coals at the end of each cigarette. The guy and the girl spoke to
each other, but only in low murmurs drowned away by Iris' moans. Her hands were
on his knees. She rocked her hips back and forth. Ethan could see only the
silhouette of her shape, a black figure against the baseball field illuminated
by the light from the moon. Her body was soft and warm in his hands, and she was
tight around his dick. "Oh yeah baby make me cum make me cum," she said in a
steady monotone. She rocked faster, grinding herself on him like she couldn't
get enough of his cock inside her. The other guy and girl were doing something.
Ethan could see their movement out of the corner of his eye. His own hips rocked
faster. He squeezed Iris' hips, pulling her body down as hard as he could. The
guy and the girl walked past and left the dugout, but he hardly noticed. The
pitch of Iris' moans rose. Her back arched in and her head hung way back,
swishing her hair in his face. "Oh God. Oh yeah. Oh God," she cried. Her body
jerked and twitched. Her hands clenched his knees and her legs squeezed his
thighs. Her cunt tightened, pulling on his cock, and Ethan couldn't hold himself
back. He groaned and his stuff shot into her body. "Oh Ethan, I feel it, I feel
you cumming," Iris said with a squeal like a little girl getting her first
birthday present. His own body jerked with each spasm between his legs. His dick
seemed to swell inside her as it throbbed. His hips lifted off the bench, like
he was trying to bury himself in her cunt. Iris' gasping and squealing stopped
and her breath came out in one long, low moan. She settled on him like a
calmness had come over her, moving her hips slowly back and forth. She shook her
head and brushed her fingers through her hair. "That was so good," she said,
looking over her shoulder. "What'd you think?" "Yeah, it was real good." Iris
giggled. "You're still hard. You're some kind of stud, you know that?" "Am I?"
Ethan said. He moved his hands up to her tits. "You are. I bet I could make you
cum again." "Ok." She laughed. "Not tonight, silly. Maybe another time." She
stood up. His cock slipped from her hole and slapped against his thigh. Iris
groaned. "God, I feel so empty now. Your cum is dripping all down my legs. It's
like, all warm and sticky. I knew you had a lot." "Is it too much?" Iris touched
his cheek. "You're so sweet. You got so much to learn. Don't you know you can
never give a girl too much of your stuff? Especially not a girl like me." She
kissed his lips. "Come on, let's get back. I wanna see if Darien's got any
cigarettes." Ethan stood up to pull up his jeans and felt something tangled in
them. It stretched when he pulled. He held it up and smelled the musky odor
again. "Uh, these are your's," he said, holding out her panties. Iris stepped
out from under the dugout, into the pale moonlight, and straightened her sweater
over her boobs. They swayed and shook under the sweater when she turned. "Keep
them," she said with a smile. "Maybe next time I'll give you another pair." She
held out her hand. Ethan didn't know what to do with the panties and stuffed
them in his pocket. His dick no longer ached and was finally getting soft, but
it was sticky with their come. He put his hand in her's and she led him back to
the picnic table. Darien and Maria were making out. High over their heads was a
street lamp that gave off an eerie orange glow. They broke apart when Ethan and
Iris sat down. "Look at the grin on your face," Darien said, pointing at Iris.
"You fucked him good, didn't you?" Iris looked at Ethan, still grinning. "Yeah.
He's not a virgin anymore." "What about you? Was she hot?" Darien said, looking
at Ethan. He nodded, unable to wipe the grin from his own face. "Yeah. I liked
it." "He liked it," Darien said and laughed. "I bet you did." Iris lay her head
on Ethan's shoulder. "Let me tell you something, this boy is hung like a horse."
"Really?" Maria said, and stared at Ethan with wide eyes. His heart skipped. He
looked at Darien, waiting for him to lash out across the table. Instead, he
turned to Maria. "What the hell? Don't be getting any weird ideas," he said.
Maria shrunk back, and her voice was weaker. "How come you never fuck me?"
"Jesus, Maria, I thought I told you never to talk like that." "Like what?" "Like
swearing and shit." "You do it." "Yeah, but you're a girl." Darien looked at
Ethan like he expected support. "Besides, we'll fuck, one day." "When?" Maria
said in a tiny but insistent voice. Darien made a helpless shrug. "I don't know.
Not 'til we get married." Maria frowned and crossed her arms. Darien looked
relieved that she was finally quiet. He folded his arms on the table, leering at
Ethan. "So he's hung like a horse?" "Yeah, seriously hung. And he cums like a
horse, too," Iris said. Darien's grin widened. "Yeah? Then that's what we'll
call you. Horse. What do you think of that?" "Fine, I guess," Ethan said, but he
didn't care what they called him. Iris' head was on his shoulder and her hand
stroked his thigh. His heart swelled and he felt like he could walk on air. That
was he best feeling in the world.
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