Cubs Get Spanked-Contest Version

The SkyBox was full, but not nearly as crowded as the four friends had expected. Mostly, people would come down and grab a bite, then head back up to the deck to watch the game in the sunshine. After all, what better way to watch a World Series game then in unexpected summer weather. Warm sun, good baseball, and hot girls.

"Holt!" Justyn gasped out in a whisper. "Quit! You're driving me crazy!"

Holt just grinned. He was fully aware of what his fingers were doing. Sitting in the hot sun next to his even hotter sweatheart, Holt was leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees. And his fingers slowly tracing JUST under the hem of Justyn's shorts. He leaned in to kiss her neck, nibble her earlobe and whisper to her.

"Yeah, baby, I know. Call it...payback! You were doing...what, exactly all the way down here? Jus, you wear shorts like this...." his fingers trailed farther up her leg and quickly stroked her wet panties as she moved to accomodate him. "...and a top like this..." his tongue skimmed her collarbone while his fingers flicked under her jersey. "....and then you give me head in the car but leave me hanging?" Holt chuckled. "Honey, I just want to make you feel as great as I do!"

Justyn moaned as Holt's breath heated up her ear and his tongue lightly touched that OH SO SENSITIVE spot by her ears.

CRACK!! The roar of the crowd startled Justyn back to reality, and made her remember that she was sitting in Wrigley's SkyBox with 49 other people, getting wetter by the second. God, Holt was so hot!! And the things he did with his tongue! Even twirling it around her neck gave promise of things to come later!

Holt and Brian leaped to their feet as the Cub's third baseman sent the ball deep into left field, dropping near the wall and sending him to second base. The guys cheered, and high-fived over their girls' heads.

Justyn looked over at Peyton and realized that her friend was looking a little flushed.

"Peyton, you alright? Getting too warm?" Justyn asked.

"Warm, yeah. More like freaking steamy!" Peyton said with a dry laugh. She leaned into Justyn and whispered, "Dammit, Brian's been stroking my pussy the whole game! I have no idea 'Who's on First'....or anywhere else for that matter!"

"Me neither," Justyn grimaced. "Holt's been licking and flicking and teasing me all afternoon. He says its payback." Justyn giggled. "Ok, yeah, I guess I did get him all worked up on the way to the game. But he's making it mighty hard to know....or care.....what's going on on the field!"

Holt dropped back into his seat. "Man, did you see that, Jus? That was a nice swat, out there to left field."

Justyn fired a mock-glare at her man, and said with false sweetness, "No sweetie. I didn't see anything, mostly because you were busy stroking me....sorta like this!" And she reached over and ran her manicured nails up the denim covering his cock. Justyn's smile widened as Holt groaned and grabbed her wrist.

"Speaking of swats......" Holt playfully said to his girl. "Baby, you keep that up, you might just feel a swat on that tight little ass of yours."

"Mmmm," Justyn pretended indifference, contrary to the fact that her pussy was now throbbing. "A swat, huh? Hmmm." She nonchalantly leaned in to kiss him, making sure she rubbed her full tits on his arm. "You're gonna SPANK me? Before, or AFTER you take my jeans off?"

Holt's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at that blatant invitation. To make matters worse, Justyn's hand was cupping his now-hard cock through his jeans. Slowly stroking him, rubbing her amazing tits on him, and whispering in his ear was making his cock jump under her touch. Justyn slowly backed away, agonizingly removing her hand, and stood up.

"Hey, Peyton, I gotta go to the bathroom. Wanna be all girlie, and come with me?" Justyn asked her friend, while keeping her eyes on Holt.

"Sure!" Peyton returned. Her innocent look at Brian told Justyn that both guys were probably in the same state.

As the girls started to walk down the stairs, another loud CRACK was heard. This one however, did NOT come from the field. And was followed by a very erotic yelp from Justyn. Holt's grin was a mile wide when Justyn whipped back around.

"Told ya, baby. THAT one was a "before". You can imagine the "after" for later."

"Oh my God, I'm so turned on!" Justyn confided to her friend on the way down the stairs.

"Jus, its pretty hot watching Holt smack your ass.I enjoyed it....pretty sure Brian did too." Peyton winked at her friend.

Walking back up the stairs, Justyn reached Holt first and handed him his soda, bending over as far as possible. That gave him a great view of her tits, as she leaned in to kiss him lingeringly on the lips. As Holt's eyes closed and his lips touched Justyn's, he heard a smaller crack and felt her jerk.

"Hey, you're in my way, I can't sit down!" Peyton remarked. Without moving, Justyn turned back over her shoulder and wiggled her ass at Peyton. With a huge grin on both girls' faces, Peyton smacked her ass again.

Holt and Brian simply watched their girls. They were good friends, and both pretty outgoing. But Holt didn't remember seeing Peyton's hand on his girlfriend's ass before. And if he wasn't mistaken, she lingered a bit. Turned it into more of a caress. Interesting.

All of a sudden, Holt's favorite team sort of faded in importance. Sort of. It WAS the World Series, after all. And the Cubbies were doing a good job of running over the Red Sox. And DAMN, those girls were hot! Justyn's dark blond hair mingling with Peyton's fiery red mane as they leaned in to talk to each other. Peyton's tits were just a bit smaller than Justyn's but a nice handful regardless. Both girls were full and perky and bouncy. Peyton was a bit taller, but both had tanned legs that stretched to their asses. A man could easily imagine them wrapped around his back. Or spread apart with his face buried. Or entwined together. With each other.

"Shit!" Holt thought to himself. His jeans were getting tighter. All of a sudden, he had a vivid picture of Justyn, bent over Peyton, with her tongue on her clit. While he pounded her pussy with his cock. As Peyton gave Brian head. Who was playing ball? Oh yeah. Cubbies. World Series. Right. Hot girls. Hot naked girls. Hot naked girls together. Who was up to bat? What was the score? Score, hell! Who cared about the game!

Holt leaned over to Justyn and whispered in her ear, flicking his tongue out every few seconds. Justyn began to whimper.

"Baby, that was pretty hot, seeing Peyton's hand on your ass. Did you like it?" Holt asked. Justyn looked him in the eyes and nodded. Holt continued kissing and whispering to her as his fingers brushed her wet pussy.

"You are so wet! Been a little worked up all afternoon? Tell me something, Jus. Who's up to bat right now?" Justyn was incapable of answering, since Holt's fingers had cruised under her panties, and he was now stroking her swollen clit.

Not like Justyn CARED at this point who was at bat. All she could think of was Holt. She so badly wanted his cock. Another idea was sparking in her head as well. Justyn imagined Holt's cock in her pussy, while Peyton licked her clit. With Brian pouding into Peyton. God, she thought. How would she even go about putting THAT fantasy into reality!

"So," a hot whisper cruised her ear. "Ever thought about tasting Peyton?" Justyn's eyes flew open as Holt plunged a finger inside her now-throbbing pussy. "Its a good thing everyone's focused on the game." Holt continued to stroke her hot flesh as she began to pant. "Baby, you look like you're gonna come. Are you? Are you gonna come on my hand? Right here in the SkyBox?" Justyn just nodded. She no longer cared if the entire world saw. She just wanted that release. But Holt kept stroking, teasing, taking her to the edge then backing off.

"You know," he continued to whisper in her ear, "Peyton's got all that red hair. I bet she'd buck and writhe under your tongue." Holt's fingers pumped Justyn's pussy faster, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. "Ooh, what about her tongue right....here?" Holt asked as he ran his thumb over her hard little nub.

Justyn rocked against Holt's hand, chewing her lower lip to keep from yelling. Somewhere, far beyond the roaring in her ears, Justyn could hear the sounds of the game and the fans swirling around her. But she was lost in a world of sensation, pulling and yearning to fall off that cliff.

"Come on, baby. Come for me. Think about Peyton eating your pussy while I watch. You're so wet! Oh, baby, my cock is rock hard right now, I wanna plunge it into your pussy. While you flick your tongue over Peyton's swollen clit." Holt's fingers slowed a bit, as he watched for a reaction from his girl.

"Oh my God Holt, don't stop, please don't stop!" Justyn begged him, her eyes flying open and her hand pressed over his.

Holt knew she was close, he could see the glazed look in her eyes, and smell her unique scent. He leaned over her and kissed her deeply as he wrapped his other arm around her. Holt continued to stroke her as Justyn went rigid in his arms.

"Oh my God oh my God oh my God," Justyn panted into Holt's mouth, as quietly as possible.

"Come in the SkyBox, baby." Holt fingered and stroked her as her body went wild. Justyn's eyes closed as her body rocked into orgasm. And still Holt stroked her. Wave after wave of extacy crashed over her as she tried to catch her breath.

Bit by bit, as Holt stilled his fingers, Justyn went limp in his arms. Justyn blearily opened her eyes, and watched Holt lick his fingers of her juices. And realized she had just been fingered in the SkyBox. In front of tons of people. God, everyone must be watching, Justyn thought.

Justyn wasn't sure if she spoke that thought aloud, or if Holt just read her mind, but she was surprised when he whispered in her ear.

"No, baby, no one noticed. Might have been fireworks for you, but everyone else is watching the game. Since the Cubbies just got a two-run homer and now lead by three." Holt's wicked grin crossed his face.

As Justyn floated back down to earth, she realized that the roar of the crowd was now deafening (How did she not notice that before!) and that everyone was on their feet (Well, and thanks for the privacy screen!). Everyone, but Peyton and Brian. Who were staring hotly at her, and had watched the entire show. AND had heard Holt's whisperings.

With the crowd still on their feet and distracted by the game, Peyton leaned over to her friend. Looking deep into her eyes, Peyton murmured low.

"Jus, that was unbelievably hot. You are so sexy. I am WET from watching you." Peyton's lips lightly brushed Justyn's. Unable to resist and still worked up, Justyn flicked her tongue out to graze Peyton. Peyton's eyes flew open in surprise but gazed sultrily at Justyn as she nipped her lower lip before slowly pulling back. Keeping their eyes locked together, the girls seemed to speak volumes.

Holt leaned over the girls and high-fived his best friend. Damn, it was going to be a GOOD game!

.....to be continued.......