A Horse In The Dugout Part 2

She sat down between him and the other couple. Ethan leaned out to look past her to the other end of the bench. He didn't recognize the guy, but something about the girl was familiar, like she was in one of his classes. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, while her head moved up and down on the guy's cock.

Iris rubbed her hand over the ridge of Ethan's erection.

"How old are you?" she said, barely whispering.

"Nineteen," he said. He kept his own voice to a whisper, but it still seemed like he was yelling. The wet smack of the blonde girl's lips and tongue was like firecrackers.

"Shit, you got a really big cock for such a young kid. Do you mind?" Iris said. Her hand opened the zipper, slid in against his warm, hairy leg, and squeezed his cock. "God, you're so hard. How long have you been hard?" She pulled it out and sighed. "It's beautiful."

Ethan groaned and leaned back against the cinder block wall. Her hand moved slowly up and down his shaft.

"I can't believe you're a virgin," Iris said. Her breath was warm on his neck. "I can't believe you never fucked a girl with this thing. I know three or four would love to find a cock as big as your's."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

Ethan lifted his head off the wall. "What about you?"

Iris grinned. "I get to do whatever I want 'cause I found you first. And you know what?"

"What?"

"I think I wanna suck it."

Iris bent down as she spoke. Her hand moved down his chest. She squeezed the base of his cock. He felt her warm breath on the head. In the dim light, he could only see the top of her head.

Her soft, wet lips touched his cock and smacked. Ethan gasped. He looked at the guy at the other end of the bench to see if he heard. He was looking back with a smirk and nodded as if he understood something.

Iris opened his jeans. Her lips kissed around the rim of the head, down the side of his shaft, and his balls. She sucked one into her mouth. He gasped again.

"You got fat balls, too," she said, still whispering. "All that hot cum, and you been saving it for me."

She giggled. Her eyes sparkled. His cock brushed her chin. She opened her mouth wide and lowered it over the end.

"Oh God," Ethan groaned.

Her mouth was warm and wet and smothered his cock. Her head moved down, then up. Her tongue licked along the thick vein that ran up the bottom side and around the head when it was between her lips. She pushed it deep into her mouth until the head touched the back.

"Don't cum in my mouth, ok? I hate when guys do that," she said. "They always think just 'cause I like to suck cock I like the taste of cum, too. Well, I don't, ok?"

"Ok."

Iris smiled. "Good." She put her mouth around his cock again.

Ethan leaned back and closed his eyes. Her mouth was terrific. He couldn't move, even if he wanted. But why would he stop her from doing that?

He remembered the couple at the other end of the bench and looked to see what they were doing. The girl was still on her knees, still sucking the guy's dick. He had both hands on top of her head, like he was guiding her up and down. His fingers were tangled in her hair.

Ethan put his hand on top of Iris' head. He had a sudden urge to jam his dick into her as hard as he could. He placed his other hand on top of her head and she jerked herself up.

"Don't push down on my head. It doesn't help, ok?" she said, and went back to sucking.

Ethan lowered his hand to his side, afraid to move. Her warm, wet mouth moved up and down on him, but for some reason it didn't feel as good. It seemed like she was doing it as a chore. He didn't think he could come in her mouth even if she let him.

The other couple caught his attention. The girl stood up and glanced at Ethan. The guy's hands worked on the front of her jeans. For an instant, she looked familiar again, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen her.

The guy pulled her jeans down to her ankles. She put her hands on his shoulders and lifted her feet out one at a time. She spread her legs and lowered herself on the guy's lap. Her head tilted back, with a deep groan. The guy's hands reached under her shirt for her tits, and her body writhed.

Iris sat up with a gasp. "I can't stand it. I gotta have your cock inside me," she said, and wiped the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand. She glanced at the other couple, where Ethan was looking, and giggled. "They had the same idea."

She stood up in front of him, reached under her cheerleader skirt, wiggled her generous hips, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She lifted each foot out, picked them up, and dangled the panties in front of Ethan.

"Smell how wet you make me," she said.

Ethan took the tiny, delicate black panties between his thumb and forefinger. The heavy, musky odor drifted past his nose, and he jerked like he'd been smacked. His penis throbbed. The coating of Iris' saliva on his shaft dried in the cool evening air. She giggled.

"I won't make you wait any longer," she said. She leaned forward to kiss him and closed her hand around his dick. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now you can fuck me like an animal."

She turned herself away, straddled his stretched legs, and lifted the skirt of her cheerleader outfit. Her ass was big and round and looked so soft in the low, pale light. She squatted over his lap. The head of his penis touched the back of her thigh. She wiggled her ass.

"Come on, Iris," Ethan said. He put his hands on her soft, fleshy hips and pulled her down.

"Easy boy. Remember, go slow."

She reached between her legs for his cock. He was panting. She was moaning. He had a perfect view. The head of his dick touched her wet opening and she lowered herself on it.

"Oh my God," Ethan whispered.

Iris groaned softly at first, then his dick split her open and she whimpered. Her pussy lips stretched wide around him. He watched the thick shaft sink slowly into the warmth of her body.

"Shit, you fill me up," she said. Her weight settled on his lap. She pulled her sweater up over her large tits and moved his hands up from her hips. He squeezed both at the same time. Iris moaned. Her body moved side to side and up and down on him.

"You can do your thing inside me if you like. It's all right. I'm on the pill."

"The pill?"

"Yeah. My Mom put me on it when she found out."

"Found out what?"

"How much I like to fuck."

"You like it?"

Iris giggled. "Oh yeah. I like to fuck. A lot."

Ethan's eyebrows arched. He thought only guys liked to fuck and girls did it because it was expected. But if Iris liked it, did that mean all girls liked it? Did that mean Pam liked it, too?

The blonde girl at the other end of the bench moaned out loud, again and again. Ethan and Iris looked at the same time. The girl's head was buried in the guy's neck. His hands squeezed her ass and she bounced up and down.

"Oh yes ... Oh yes," the girl cried.

Iris looked over her shoulder at Ethan and spoke in a soft whisper, "Do it to me, too, Ethan. Make me cum like that."

Ethan nodded. Iris smiled. He squeezed her hips and pulled her down on him, but he had no idea how to do that to a girl. Wasn't that just something that happened? What was he supposed to do? And if he did it wrong, would she be mad?

Ethan thrust his hips up, jamming his dick deep into her.

"Oh yeah," Iris moaned.

He did it again and she moaned again. Was that the trick to it? If so, all he had to do was keep it up before he got exhausted.

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.