The Baseball Trip Pt. 03

Kelsey had cute, eager titties -- endlessly enthusiastic like the teenager they belonged to. Kelsey clearly had sensitive breasts. Massaging the firm tit flesh, teasing at her prominent nipples, it seemed like every rub shot straight down to her pussy. Her whole body tensed in response. And I was starting to tense in time with her.

"Close?" she asked around my meat.

"Uh huh."

She pulled back for a second, looking at me, drool running down her chin.

"Oh that's a good boy..." She said, "Remember to tell me when you're going to, like, cum, K?"

"Same as last time?" I asked. The perfectly perky girl dragged her hand idly up and down my shaft. She looked at the ground as she spoke. As if ashamed.

"I'm not... I don't want to swallow this time."

"Kelsey, ooooohhh Kels..." I let go of her breasts for a moment and stroked her dirty-blonde hair back, "You're sucking me off so good. You do what you want, baby, OK?"

Her eager eyes popped right up.

"Don't worry, I've got something way cool I want to try," she said.

I dropped my hands back down to Kelsey's tits. Her mouth snapped around my cock, like the world's tenderest crocodile. She used her lips to pull the loose skin of my shaft up and back, up and back, her hand gripping tightly to keep me well controlled.

I felt the little tingle -- the announcement from my balls that I was about to blow. My mind went blank and all I could say was.

"Kelsey... oh God, baby, I'm gonna..."

She pulled off, keeping my cock in motion with her hand. The other one cupped my balls, like coaxing them to catapult my cum. My body cringed in pleasure. Slammed my eyes shut. I held Kelsey's breasts like life preservers, the wave just building, building and...

My first blast hit her right in the face. Kelsey groaned. Giggled. Slowly, the terrific teenager aimed me lower. Her chin, her neck, her tits. Just hosing her down. Pump. Pump. Pump. Milking me for every last drop.

Slowly the beautiful blonde let my cock slip out of her hand. I leaned back, eyes rolling with me as the pleasure slowly subsided to a nice, warm glow. I looked down at my little Kelsey. She was covered in my cum -- big white blotches on her face, her chest. A bit dangling from her dirty blonde hair. Such a happy little slut.

She licked my cum from her cheek. Her hands. Then bent down and wrapped her mouth over my cock head, cleaning the little driblets of sperm still left over from my spraying. All the while humming happily.

I couldn't help but think about that first time fooling around with Sarah in the hotel room. Once again, I'd painted my partner practically white. I couldn't decide who looked better bathed in my baby batter. Was glad I wasn't going to have to choose.

Kelsey leaned forward, our noses practically touching. I thought she was going to kiss me and it suddenly occurred to me that we hadn't actually done that. Kissed. Not on the lips, anyway. Like that was the big taboo thing and everything else we'd done was just everyday normal interaction.

But Kelsey didn't cross that line and instead just sort of breathed,

"It's not that I don't like the taste of your cum. I looooove the taste of your cum."

"It's OK," I said, "You don't have to do that. I mean, I love it when you do but..."

"I just liked the idea of you, like, marking me. Covering me with your stuff."

"Was it good?"

"So awesome."

Kelsey sat back on her heels a bit, her chest covered in white, wet drops. Her titties sat high and proud on her chest, nipples bright red and reaching. The way she was leaning back, it opened her legs. Wanting. I saw a bit of a dark patch at the center of her blue-white striped bikini bottoms.

Without a word I reached down and grabbed Kelsey under her armpits. She was so small and light, lifting her was like nothing. She squealed as I spun her around and deposited her on the bench where I'd just been. The beautiful blonde looked a bit taken aback. Even a little scared. I reached down, pulled her panties right off, then spread her legs as far as they would go.

Kelsey's pretty little pussy stared back at me. Open. Drooling. It was completely shaved, as I'd guessed in the back seat of the car the day before. Maybe the tiny teenager looked a bit uncertain, but her magnificent, tidy twat had no such misgivings.

"You don't have to..."

I dove in, licking her from bottom to top like a big cat. I explored her sex with my tongue, finally resting at her little button. It was tiny, so much like the rest of her, but I still lapped at that little clitty just fine. I teased her with my tongue before going back to her hungry hole.

Kelsey groaned, a combination of the pleasure from me licking her and frustration as my tongue left her most sensitive spot.

A voice called in. A woman's.

"Excuse me, miss? Is everything OK?"

"I... I just stubbed my toe," Kelsey called back, her head lolled, eyes cinched shut. As if I might think about pulling back, she wrapped her legs around my head and held me in place. Casually. Then Kelsey dragged her hands up to her happy tits. Started rubbing them ragged.

"I'm OK.... Almost done."

She put a heavy emphasis on that word. Done. I looked up at her and she just smiled and shrugged. Didn't take much, I guess.

"Well... OK, then," the woman called back, clearly not OK.

A part of my brain told me I was lucky so far and should just call it. But I guessed it was probably the first time a boy had seen Kelsey's perfect little puss, let alone licked it for her, and I was going to do it right for whatever time we had left.

I soaked in Kelsey's tasty little snatch -- the mewling noises she made with every lick. I reached around and grabbed her little buns, squeezing them tight as I rammed my tongue into her, only stopping on occasion to tease her clit before going back to work.

I'd originally planned to take my time, but the clock was clearly ticking and I decided a quick burst was better than nothing at all. So, when the amazing teenager felt good and warm, I slipped my hand out from under Kelsey's bottom and slid my finger over her puss. Then, in concert, I pressed my finger into her hungry hole while sliding my tongue straight up to her clit.

"AH!" Keley gasped, then bit down hard on her own arm, stifling her scream. It came out as a high-pitched whine. Her body began to coil around me, legs no longer languid. I pushed into her clit hard with the flat of my tongue, then put another finger inside of her. Once again, I felt the hardened ring of Kelsey's virginity at the tips of my fingers. Very carefully, I pulled back to respect her (somewhat) intact innocence.

Kelsey responded to my attention by biting down even harder on her arm. This freed her breasts from her grasp and they shook as I sawed my fingers back and forth into her dripping sex. Rubbed her clit in time with my tongue.

"Alllmmmoooooooost," Kelsey hissed, muffled.

"Miss you have to..." the saleswoman swung the curtain open. Froze in front of the door. She was petite and blonde. Probably about our age or maybe a little older.

And, at that exact moment, Kelsey came.

"Ahhhhhh!" her whole body straightened, shivered. Eyes rolled back. Breasts bouncing. Sound escaping her like steam. Then she collapsed on top of me, somehow holding me even closer than before.

Kelsey gasped with the aftershocks of her explosion. Her hungry pussy sucked at my fingers, like striving to somehow pull the warm fertility of my seed out of a place that could not provide it.

I looked back. The saleswoman was standing there, arms across her chest, but still sort of smiling at us. What was it with me and Kelsey and getting caught mid-cum?

Kelsey picked her head up from my shoulder and kissed me softly on the cheek. She gave the saleswoman a sort of dazed nod. A strange sort of acknowledgement. Then, slowly, she stood up on wobbly legs and started to get herself dressed.

I stood beside Kelsey, still naked from the waist down. I started to apologize to the saleswoman, then saw she was staring straight at my cock. It was almost totally erect again -- a standing ovation for Kelsey's little show.

"Got a little... carried away..." Kelsey said, more of a mumble than any real apology. Apparently, after the incredible blonde had drained my cock, I'd managed to return the favor by draining her brain.

"It's OK," the saleswoman said, eyes shifting from Kelsey's uncovered body to mine, "You'd be surprised how often this happens... Well, anyway. Just get dressed and get out of here before we all get in trouble."

I found my pants and pulled them up. Kelsey found her clothes and put them back on. Her shirt stuck to the sperm still left on her chest. As we walked out, the saleswoman patted me on the ass. I looked back and saw she was glowing, almost as bright as the girl I'd just brought to orgasm.

Spoiler alert: Kelsey bought the blue and white striped bikini.

*

When we got outside of the store, Julia was standing there, hands on her hips.

"What took you two so long?" she asked.

"Was a mixup... in the changing room..." Kelsey said. Still drunk on her ecstasy.

"What does that even..." Julia said, "Whatever. I don't care. It's time to go to the game." She kept muttering to herself as she walked up the street.

Sarah eyed both Kelsey and I up and down, like inspecting us before the big dance. Then she reached into Kelsey's hair and pulled out a little glob of my essence, left over from before. She popped it right into her mouth, grinned, then skipped off after Julia.

I looked over at Kelsey. She just cocked her eyebrow and then followed her friend down the street.

I was out of things to say.

*

We rode the L up to Wrigley Field. It took way less time than we thought, so we hit up a nearby bar before going into the stadium. The place was crowded with after-workers and pregamers, but we found a high top to stand next to and rest our beers. Well, three of us did, anyway. Poor Kelsey was of age to suck my sperm, but she couldn't down an alcoholic drink, yet.

The sexy teenager was practically lovey-dovey with me after our experience at the clothing store. She leaned on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"That was amazing. I always thought it was, like, weird. To do that. Sssssooooo not weird. Not at all."

I couldn't help but step back and stare. Then I leaned in and whispered back to her. "Wait. You doing it to me was fine, but me doing it to you is strange?"

"Clearly, I'm an idiot. A very, very satisfied yet still wanting more idiot."

"I'm happy I could do that for you. Like I said before. I'm lucky."

"You made me cum harder than I ever have in my life and you think you're the lucky one? Fuck, Ben. Where have you been all my life?"

"Clearly, I've been wasting my time hanging out with the wrong Taylor sibling."

"Clearly," Kelsey said, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

It might have seemed strange, Kelsey hanging off me like this. But after we'd drained a few beers, she was actually the least touchy-feely of the group. At one point Sarah wrapped her arms around my neck and swayed with me to the music. Even Julia started rubbing my arms, my chest, as she talked. It was strange and totally welcome.

We hadn't intended on getting drunk, but drunk found the three of us pretty well. Poor Kelsey was stuck with the job of designated walker by default. I don't think we were totally sloppy, just a bit stumbly, and we got into the game on a happy, alcohol-fueled high.

The park was crowded and the score stayed close. Wrigley felt like a cathedral to my favorite sport. Like I'd made a pilgrimage to this holy place. The smell of fresh grass. The way the lights reflected off the brick. It made even the pop ups feel dramatic. Magical.

It was probably the beer. Maybe the post-orgasm glow. But everything seemed wonderful in that moment. A revelation of a baseball game. Sarah took a bunch of pictures but they were either slanted, out of focus, or both. I'm really looking forward to her exhibition: "Drunk at the Baseball Game." I'm sure it'll be a real crowd pleaser.

Kelsey, on the other hand was either too sated or too cautious to call for a repeat of what went down in Milwaukee. Julia and I sat glued to our seats. Pointing at the ivy walls like we saw fairies living in there. And maybe we did. The magic of baseball was never brighter in my mind.

The night was warm. The game wonderful. Three beautiful women were at my side. I sat back and watched the game go by, never happier with the world.

*

Somehow Kelsey got us back to the hotel in one piece. I can't say we made it easy on her. Julia kept singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" loudly and with far dirtier lyrics. I loved the world and wouldn't stop hugging my three companions, random strangers, a nearby lamppost...

Sarah, though, was in the worst shape. The bountiful brunette seemed to lean a little wherever she went. She was slurring her sentences, laughing a bit too loud at my dumb jokes. She wasn't embarrassing. I wasn't worried about her health. But I beat myself up some for not stopping Sarah sooner. I doubt that she meant to get that bad.

The walk to the L and the train ride home helped sober us up some. Once we got back at the hotel, we agreed to a similar division of labor as the night before. Kelsey and Julia went up to the room to get changed for bed. I sat down in the lobby and tried to take care of Sarah.

I made her some hot tea and that seemed to help. She sipped her mug, only pausing to smile at me. Big dopey grins.

The cafe section of the lobby was pretty much empty. Someone was vacuuming on the far side. The lights were overbright in a way that made everything feel harsh. The twangy country music they were piping into the room only added to the experience.

"You feel, OK?" I asked.

"Just fiiiiine," Sarah said. Hiccupped. Then she leaned in and tried to look serious. She rested her head on her hands. Her breath smelled of Old Style.

"Robbie, that's my boyfriend."

"I know."

"He said I shouldn't go on some stupid baseball trip. Well he was wrong. It's not stupid. It's awesome. Isn't it awesome?"

"Yeah," I said, staring back at her big brown eyes, "It's awesome."

"Robbie's a stupid jerk."

She started to look a little sniffly. Sad. Drinking messes with your balance -- physical and emotional -- and the poor girl was about to tip over, I could tell.

"It'll work out," I said.

"What if I don't want it to work out?" Sarah asked. She tried winking at me, coyly, but it came out as a belch.

I looked up and saw Julia and Kelsey standing by the check-in desk, waving me over. I had expected them to be in pajamas, but instead both were wearing their new bathing suits from the store. Kelsey in the skimpy yellow one (the blue-white striped suit was in need of serious cleaning) and my jock roommate Julia in that fantastic green bikini. Her hair was still up and she had her glasses on, but that suit made me see my roomie in a totally different way. Desireable.

Sarah loped over along with me. "I want to swim," she said

"Your suit's upstairs," Kelsey told her. Then she leaned in and whispered to me, "Yours, too."

I looked at her, surprised.

"Sarah bought one for you at the store while we were, ummm, trying stuff off," Kelsey explained, "She said you'd earned a gift for putting up with all us girls on your big boy baseball trip. Her words. Not mine."

What universe was this where I was getting action and, in return, the girls got me gifts? Clearly I was the luckiest man alive.

*

I found my bathing suit waiting for me on the bed -- a pair of surprisingly tasteful red trunks. I guess I was lucky Kelsey hadn't chosen or I'd have been wearing the world's smallest Speedo.

Sarah seemed ten times better, the promise of swimming clearly motivating the alcohol to get out of her system. She made a big show of shooing me from the room while she put on her suit, like I hadn't gotten the full show multiple times already. So I stayed in the bathroom, got dressed, and waited to get the go ahead from sexy Sarah.

I came back into the room ready to swim and, judging by the disposition of my dick, ready for other things as well. Sarah had put on the one-piece she'd modeled for me before -- the sea green one that kept all her amazing parts strapped in like they were getting ready to go to Mars. My cock bobbed in appreciation.

"About before..." Sarah started.

"It's fine. You're fine," I told her.

Sarah looked down shyly, and kind of smiled. She took my hand and held it the whole way down to the pool.

The other two girls were already swimming when we got there. Yelling and splashing. They'd found a beach ball and they were throwing it back and forth in the world's easiest game of volleyball.

Again, we had the place to ourselves and I wondered if maybe the hotel should be spending its resources on more popular attractions. The room smelled of chlorine and it made me think about other things that kind of smell like chlorine.

"Took you long enough," Julia said. I splashed her as I climbed in. The water was brisk and cold, but soon it felt normal enough. It was a small pool, barely enough for me to do a lap, but I tried anyway. Mostly we just leaned against the walls, arms outstretched, heads back, enjoying the soak.

I looked over and saw that Kelsey had a set of bite marks on her arm from before. If anyone noticed, they didn't comment. Sarah seemed a little red, whether from the alcohol, the sun, or something else, I couldn't tell. Julia just stared up at the ceiling -- I couldn't catch her face. But I saw plenty of her little titties as they rose up from her chest. So it's not like I could complain about the view.

After a while, the cold got old and we transferred over to the hot tub. We each took our respective corners, the water warm and welcoming. All of us settled into that happy spot between tired, slightly inebriated, and satisfied.

The bubbles kicked in and the steam rose lazily from the water. I looked around me -- at these three incredible women -- and felt blessed. I would have let the world roll on like that forever.

Then Julia broke the spell.

"I'm going to bed," she said, and stood up. I couldn't help but stare at her tight body as she stood, dripping down onto the tile.

"You sure?" Kelsey asked, "You might miss something fun."

Julia eyed the three of us warily, then she laughed and padded right out of the room without another word.

The room got quiet. Little drips echoed against the tile. Sarah, Kelsey and I just stared at each other, like waiting for the shootout to start. I couldn't help but notice the contrasts between the two best friends -- the two women I'd been alternately experimenting with.

Sara was so... prominent. Large breasts and thick lips. Big brown eyes as deep and warm as the tub we were sitting in. Sex incarnate -- that was Sarah.

Kelsey looked more like the innocent beauty. Ironic, I know. Dirty blonde hair hung down to just above her breasts. Washboard-flat stomach. Long pink arms and legs. Her little blue eyes swung back and forth to me and Sarah. Like watching for someone to make a move.

We all seemed frozen in the steam. As if speaking would make the moment dissolve into nothing but smoke and memory. I guessed we'd all wait till one of us left, or maybe the three of us would get up together and just drift away. Leaving behind what could have been but never was. A regret, left to dry out on the side of the pool, played and picked at long after it was lost.

"You know what," Kelsey said suddenly, "Fuck this." She stood up, like she was about to get out of the hot tub, but instead she just stood there, hands at her waist, staring down at us like an admonishing adult. "Ben, I know what you and Sarah have been doing."

I felt my stomach twist. I knew this, right? Yet saying it aloud seemed so much more dangerous.