David Crane - Flesh-feast family

Cupping her cunt, but not moving yet, she waited until the car had turned at the corner, trailing a plume of light exhaust in its wake. She took a deep breath and was just about to commence rubbing her hot cunt with both hands.

Sarah Lee's pretty face contorted with lust, her expression changing to a mask of desire.

But Sarah Lee, horny as she was, should have known better than that, for the best intentions in the world melt like soft wax in the fiery heat of an inspired cunt.

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."