Story: Take Me Out To The Ballgame
I used to belong to an online writing group ERA Erotic Readers Association and we would have assignments to help us get our creative juices going. One of them was to write a story about Fun in the Summertime. Hope you enjoy!
Take Me Out to the Ballgame
by Sandra
Lady Passion Publishing copyright 1998
It was hot and dark and musty, but I’ll never forget the interior of the scoreboard at the Wild Cat’s ball field. The Cats were a minor league baseball team, the only entertainment for miles around on a hot sultry summer night in a small mid-western town.
Jimmy, my boyfriend for the summer between my junior and senior year in high school, knew I wanted to see a special game, but it was sold out. Some visiting team, I don’t remember their name now, had one of the stars from their major-league affiliate who was playing. He was recovering from some kind of surgery and spending time with this team to recuperate – or something like that. All I can remember is that I had a crush on this player and would have done anything to see him. But, the rest of the town felt that way as well and the tickets had been gobbled up before I could get mine. But Jimmy came to my rescue and offered to let me sit with him in the scoreboard – the team didn’t have the money for one of those fancy electronic boards.
As I crawled up into the cramped scoreboard I wondered if I’d made a good decision or not. But once the lineup was announced, and I saw “him” I knew I’d done the right thing. I’d borrowed my dad’s binoculars so I could get a close look at him. He was gorgeous and my teenage heart started beating faster and I got a tingling between my legs. I hoped the blush that was coming to my cheeks would be mistaken by Jimmy as coming from the heat.
We settled in and watched the first few innings, talking about friends, what would happen the next fall in school, things like that. Jimmy sat close to me on the slim bench that ran the length of the scoreboard interior. The game was actually pretty interesting. By the seventh inning stretch it was tied six to six. This kept Jimmy jumping up and down to change the score. During the second half of the seventh inning, Jimmy put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I looked over at him and could see “that look” in his eyes. Jimmy and I had messed around some. The farthest we’d gone was two weeks ago when he’d started sucking on my breasts. Both of us were still virgins so it was like the blind leading the blind – though after a few sessions in the back seat of his big Chevy at the drive-in he’d gotten very accomplished at sucking on my tits.
He leaned over and placed a warm and wet kiss on my neck and I felt myself begin to squirm. I turned my head and immediately his mouth moved to mine. I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue deep into mine as I sucked hard on it. I moved my tongue over his, stroking it, moving it around in my mouth, tasting the spearmint on his tongue from the gum he’d been chewing. Then he sucked my tongue into his mouth and I thought he’d suck it right out of my mouth. His lips were soft and fleshy, melting onto mine as we continued to kiss, sucking on each others tongue, biting softly at each others lips, and beginning to breath harder.
I could feel my nipples growing harder, pushing against the fabric of my thin summer blouse. I pressed my chest against Jimmy’s, wanting more stimulation to my aching tits. He responded by moving his hand to the side of my right breast and gently kneading it. I sighed into his mouth as he sucked on my tongue, running his own tongue over the sides of my mouth then across the roof. I pulled back and he slipped his hand between us, resting it so my hard nipple pressed against the palm of his hand. His hand covered my ample breast and he gripped me hard and I moaned against his mouth. He moved his hand down and then up under my blouse to caress the soft flesh. “Oh, Jimmy,” I moaned into his mouth and began to suck on his tongue, pushing my breast against his hand, wanting him to hold all of it, to cover it all with the rough skin of his hands.
The texture of his hand drove me nuts and I wanted move. I moved back and quickly removed my top. Just then there was a cheer from the crowd and Jimmy had to get up and change the score. As he stood up I couldn’t help but notice the giant bulge in the front of his tight jeans. I stared at it and knew that tonight would be the night. I made up my mind right then that I had had enough of necking and petting. I wanted to fuck. I wanted him in me. With that thought in mind, when he sat down next to me, I pulled his head down to my chest and whispered, “Suck me, Jimmy. Suck on my tits.” And he did. He placed his lips on my right nipple and kissed me softly, then opened his mouth and sucked my nipple and part of my breast into his mouth. I sighed deeply and cradled his head to my tit. His tongue moved over my hardening nipple and I felt an ache as the suction increased, pulling more and more of me into his hot and hungry mouth. He let my nipple go and I gave out a groan, but he then began to lick me, starting at the bottom of my breast, moving up over the swell to my nipple and flicking it with his tongue.
“Oh, Jimmy, yes, yes, yes,” I muttered as in the darkness, with the crowd noise somewhere in the background, he lapped at my breast, leaving hot wet trails along my skin. He then changed to my other breast as he continued to drive me farther and farther into a state of total arousal.
There was another cheer from the crowd and reluctantly he got up to change the score. The game was tied again.
When he turned back to me I was sitting there holding my breasts up to him. He smiled down at me. I stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t object and lightly ran his fingers across my still hard nipples, sending an electric charge from my tits down across my stomach to my crotch. I’d rocked my hips against the bench so much that the rough material of my denim shorts had moved between my lips and I squeezed down on the now soaked material.
After taking Jimmy’s shirt off, I leaned against him and nibbled on his ear. “Jimmy,” I said in a hot, deep, lust-filled voice, “it’s time for us to do it!”
Jimmy pulled back and looked at me for a long moment. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” With that I pulled him closer and smashed my breasts against his chest and opened my mouth to feel his tongue dive in and I began to suck hard on his searching tongue.
I reached between us with both hands and opened his jeans, then slowly lowered the zipper. The bulge in his undershorts pushed out at me and I pressed my hand against it. He was so hard.
Just then another cheer came up from the crowd and he had to change the score again, mumbling some choice profanities. When he turned back, I looked at him and smiled, then slowly lowered my shorts, revealing to him that I had no panties on. I stood there before him naked. His gaze moved over me and I could see the desire and lust in his eyes as he stared at my breasts. I held them up for him to look at. He smiled and winked at me. Then he moved his gaze lower and I could tell he liked what he saw. He licked his lips as he stared at the soft patch of dark down at my crotch.
He slipped off his sandals, then dropped his jeans to the floor. He walked over to me, took my hand, and placed it on the bulge of his pants. He was so hard. I almost let go when the bulge jumped in my hand. But the moans that were coming from Jimmy told me I hadn’t done anything wrong. I began to stroke him, to feel what it was like to hold a cock in my hands, to know the joy of hearing him whisper softly to me as I moved my hand over the bulge. Then, without really thinking about what I was doing, I moved my hand to the elastic at the waist of his underpants and pushed my hand down and took hold of his cock. A bolt of electricity shot up my arm, across my breasts, and down to my crotch as I felt a man for the first time. I had to see it. I moved back and lowered his pants. His cock jumped out as his shorts dropped to the floor and he kicked them to the side.
I got to my knees so I could look at him. Boldly, I took him in my hand and studied him. The head of his cock was big and smooth. A drop of liquid glistened at the opening and I took my finger and dipped it into it. Jimmy groaned. I spread the liquid over the head and watched as it grew more purple. Then I studied the shaft. I was long and thick and slightly curved upward. I knew somewhere inside that I’d never grow tired of looking at cocks – and I haven’t. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I had an overpowering urge – and I gave into it. I moved my head closer to him and gently kissed the head of his cock.
Jimmy let out a long sigh and put his hands on my head, not forcing it closer, more to balance himself as I felt his knees begin to tremble. Then I sucked on him and drew as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. He tasted so good. The feel of his soft head moving over my tongue and the roof of my mouth was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I felt my own breathing increasing as I moved my one hand to cradle his balls and the other I wrapped around the throbbing shaft and began to slowly pump him up and down, sucking harder and then softer as I moved him around and around in my mouth. I moaned and groaned as I gave over to the sensual delight of sucking him.
Just then there was a loud cheer from the crowd. I reluctantly let his cock slip from my mouth as he turned from me to change the score.
When he turned back to me, he reached down to help me up, then took me in his arms, gave me a long and deep kiss as he moved his hand down over my stomach. I parted my legs for him and sighed deeply into his mouth as his hand moved over my crotch and between my legs. His fingers worked over me, moving along the lips, stroking my clit, then he dipped his finger into my hole and I cried out. At this point we were both so hot and hungry for each other that finesse was not something we were thinking about. We were two teens who were finally going to “fuck” and that’s what we wanted to do.
He moved his finger in out of my pussy, drawing the juices out of me and spreading them over the soft, hot flesh of my lips. I pushed my hips toward him, wanting more and more of his fingers in me. He obliged and pushed two fingers into me, moving them back and forth, then in and out, finger fucking me. My breathing was getting harder and so was his. We didn’t kiss, just leaned against each other as he moved his fingers in and out of me. I couldn’t stand it any longer and reached between us and took hold of his cock. He began to push his hips toward me, fucking my hand with his cock.
Another cry came out of the crowd. Jimmy and I moved away from each other, reluctantly. The score was tied. It was the bottom of the ninth, only three more outs and the game would go into extra innings. I leaned over to look out the one small window to the field to see what was going on. As I leaned over Jimmy came up behind me and I felt his hard cock poke at my cheek.
“Why don’t you watch the end of the game and let me take care of things back here?”
“Sure!”
I put my hands on the edge of the window and waited as Jimmy positioned himself behind me. He eased my cheeks open, reached down and softly stroked my pussy lips. I raised my ass to give him better access to me. He took hold of his cock and pushed it up against my opening. I moaned and wiggled myself at him, getting him in position. Then he put his hands on my hips and slowly pushed into me. I tried to relax and open as the head of his cock moved beyond the lips and into my pussy. He felt so hot and hard, so powerful as he eased into me.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” Jimmy whispered to me as he pushed another inch into me. He met just a bit of resistance.
I held my breath. He paused. I felt an overpowering desire to have him buried deep inside of me and took matters in my own hands. I pushed back against him and instinctively he pushed into me. He was past the resistance and there was only a slight sting. Then he was buried, all the way to the base of his shaft was in me. I whimpered as I felt his balls slap against my clit. Then he began to move in me, to pull his cock almost out and then to force it back in to me as I saw stars. He moved faster, to push against me, to fill me. He moved his hips from side to side, the head of his cock moving along the sides of my pussy, getting to every corner of me.
I could feel a desire burning in me, yearning to be released. Jimmy sensed this and leaned over my back. We watched the action on the field as he forced himself in and out of me, fucking me slowly and then hard and fast.
The last batter was up, the score was tied.
Jimmy pumped himself into me harder, faster, driving me closer and closer to a release.
The Cat’s best player was at bat with a full count.
Jimmy pushed deep into me, then reached around to grab my tits and hold on to them as he drove into me. I squeezed my pussy on him, wanting to stroke his cock.
The pitcher wound up for the final pitch.
Jimmy reached down and stroked my clit. Fire began to burn inside of me.
The pitch.
Jimmy stroked harder.
The batter swung.
Jimmy drove deep.
The ball and bat met.
Jimmy pinched my clit.
The ball sailed over the pitcher’s head.
Jimmy pumped hard into me.
The ball flew over the fence.
My pussy exploded around his cock as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me.
The crowd got to their feet and yelled, covering the cries that came from Jimmy and me as we came together.
We won.
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