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Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2005 16:15:12 +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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