Batting Cages

You open the door to the batting cages and find the room dark. You flip the switch and the fluorescents buzz to life row by row. You are standing in the center of three cages, fenced off, in the cage to your right is Linda. Linda is wearing tightly fitting gray baseball pants and your schools green shirts with white piping. Her blond hair pulled into a pony-tail through the back of her cap.

“Hi-ya, coach! Rules are simple, see those signs?” You look and see 5 bulls-eye targets spread around the room. “Single gets you to first,” She puckers her lips, “Double to second,” She undoes her top button, “Triple to third,” She highlights her crotch, “And of course home run means you score.”

“What does Grand Slam mean?”

“That’s a surprise. By the way, you’re going to be fighting the clock because if I bring myself to orgasm before your cock is inside me, you lose.”

With that she hits a button and the pitching machine whirs to life. The first pitch comes in and you weakly dribble one foul. “Too bad…” Linda grabs her tits through the shirt and begins to rub them in opposing circles. The next pitch you connect with but it goes no where near any of the signs. She moans and arches her head back in pleasure. The next pitch comes in and you crack it up the middle and hit the single sign.

“Come over here,” She demands as you walk over and kiss her through a hole in the fence, her tongue thrashing through your mouth. A pitch comes by while you’re away, “Uh-oh… strike…” She says as she pushes you away and slides a hand underneath the tight pants. You return to the box and crack the very next pitch to left field and off the double sign. “Good job, but I think this will only make it harder.” Linda unbuttons the shirt and lets it hang open. Her good-sized breasts hang nicely over her toned abs. You miss the next pitch because of distraction and she begins to touch herself again.

Teasing her nipple with her fingers in her left hand, her right hand can be seen vigorously probing her wet hole. You hit another double and a foul ball, but you are having problems focusing as she begins to moan. You hit a soft fly ball the glances lightly off the Triple sign and sigh in relief. Linda removes the pants and throws them aside. “Don’t look so happy, this cuts your time down significantly.”

“Why?” You ask.

Linda grabs a bat and shows you as she takes the wooden handle between her legs and slides it up into her pussy. She cries out and moans, “HURRY!”

This next pitch is going to be important… Blam, you hit a shot high and straight ahead and it rings loudly off the Home Run mark. Linda removes the bat and steps through the gate in the fence. “Well?” You slam her up hard against the fence pressing her bare ass against the links. Already naked and hard you ram yourself inside her and begin mercilessly slam her back against the fence. She orgasms immediately as you enter her not a moment too soon.

She kisses you with fury as you pound her with all your ****. You feel yourself building towards climax. Linda is screaming in orgasmic triumph as you shoot your load inside her. You cum in a rolling gush like a dam has just been blown and fill her with your seed. You pull her off the fence and hold her to your body as you spasm the last of your sperm inside her.