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Batrea (Chapter 3)

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Chad’s pants lay crumpled around his ankles. He’d expected it to take longer for Melanie to get their 17-year old babysitter out of her clothes so he hadn’t made it up to the bedroom window over the pool with sufficient alacrity. Consequently he’d missed Trea’s brave strip by the whirlpool and by the time he’d fumbled the lens caps off his binoculars he was just in time to see Trea’s naked body taking a swan dive into the pool. All he’d seen so far was her sexy ass flying through the air and he was kicking himself for not getting to the window in time to see the beautiful teenager bare her breasts for his wife. He was nearly trembling with excitement as he watched Melanie’s naked body diving in after her. He was barely aware of his rock-hard erection so much as he was the thickening lump down his throat which refused to move in either direction. As he waited for Trea to surface and hopefully show her breasts again he fidgeted nervously and the over-sized ends of his binoculars kept bumping the window-pane and making his eye-sockets hurt with each awkward bounce. For months he had waited for this moment and now it seemed to be progressing faster than he had dreamed. He wanted nothing more than to run downstairs and join the two naked women in the swimming pool, but he was afraid the young girl might not be ready for his intrusion into their erotic tryst just yet, and he didn’t want to ruin what it had taken him months to achieve! As he re-focused the eye-piece Melanie was intimately kissing their adolescent conquest and Chad was envying his wife while his hand absently stroked his manhood. As he zoomed-in as far as he could he thought he saw Melanie shoot him a glance over Trea’s shoulder as they embraced and his heart skipped a beat as he thought about his wife making love to this girl and taking a moment to include a thought for him during this erotic kiss. The gesture made him compose himself a bit and be hopeful for the evening yielding something for both of them. He took a deep breath and steadied his nervousness as he watched his wife pulling Trea towards the pool-edge directly below him. The angle was steep, but Trea’s breasts came suddenly into view as Melanie bounced the girl out of the water on her knee and within seconds Chad was treated to the sight of Trea’s naked body glistening on the pool-deck directly below him, fully illuminated by the flood lights. He trained his gaze over every inch of her young and sensuous figure remembering all the times he’d dreamed of seeing her breasts like this. He couldn’t take his eyes off her pale brown nipples, sparkling with droplets of water reflected by the spotlights. He noted her smooth-shaved mons and watched in fascination as his wife looked up at him and smiled before leaning in and closing her mouth over the young girl’s virgin sex.

Trea imagined everyone in the neighborhood watching her sprawling naked on the Turners’ pool-deck as she waited for the moment her young vagina would be kissed by another female for the first time in her life. She kept her eyes closed and gasped for breath as the moment came not as a kiss, but with Mrs. Turner’s whole mouth closing intimately around the bulging crescent of her pussy with her tongue pushing deep inside her inner lips. It felt delicious! It felt SO naughty! Her clitoris tingled as it never had when her own finger had caressed it, and she nearly jumped. The contrast between the rough concrete beneath her ass and the softness of Melanie’s tongue and lips sucking upon her vulva made her weak and her arms gave out leaving her to fall flat on her back. Melanie licked and sucked enthusiastically until Trea’s slippery cum was covering her lips and tongue. The taste of the young girl’s excretions in her mouth was heavenly. She had done this with other women, wives of other couples with whom they had swapped partners, but going down on a girl young enough to be her daughter was something she never expected to be able to experience. The teenager was responding to her practiced tongue with unabashed pleasure, wiggling and pushing her pussy back into her mouth without a bit of shyness. Melanie looked up to see Chad watching them from only an arm’s length behind Trea and after a few moments of enjoying his obvious excitement she motioned him over to the whirlpool with her eyes. Trea felt Melanie’s hands reach up and caress her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers and she started tingling with the thrill of an impending climax. Melanie moved up to urge her clit from under her hood and then started pushing the flattened tip of her tongue around the girl’s hardening nub in teasing circles which drove Trea crazy with pleasure. Every time her body wrenched with the beginnings of a tremendous orgasm, her back scraped the rough concrete and kept her maddeningly distracted, just enough to keep her from falling over the edge of ecstasy. It was like the feeling of being stuck on the verge of sneezing without being able to go either way. She bucked and moaned and Melanie enjoyed every moment of driving the young girl absolutely crazy. “Oh don’t… don’t stop! Oh, GOD don’t stop”! Trea begged through short, panting breaths as Melanie licked and sucked just the right spot with expert aplomb. She slid a finger inside the young girl’s slit and petted Trea’s G-spot in a hard circular rub and Trea instantly lost control and exploded! She’d never had her most private spots invaded and taken out of her control by another and she couldn’t get enough of the feeling of surrendering her body to this beautiful woman. Melanie kept the teen’s climax going for as long as she could as Trea grabbed her own breasts and squeezed her nipples as hard as she could, trembling and shaking all the while! Mrs. Turner knew it was time to back off and let the young girl’s pleasure consume her. As Trea’s chest heaved in ragged breaths, Chad watched her soft, nubile breasts rise and fall with each gasp of air.

Melanie laid her cheek upon Trea’s mound and felt the young girl’s heat as she lay there trembling. She gave her swollen pussy-lips a big kiss and pulled herself up on the pool deck and leaned over the girl but Trea couldn’t move yet. Melanie smiled and walked over to the whirlpool and stepped in with Chad, who anxiously kissed Trea’s cum from his wife’s lips. He had become incredibly aroused watching his wife go down on the beautiful teenager, and they both waited to see what Trea’s next decision would be. As she lay there, naked, spread wide beneath the canopy of the summer night that very thought was going through her mind! She had spent so many fantasies of being intimate with another girl and now they had all come true. She wanted nothing more than to bury her tongue into Melanie’s soft, wet pussy as the beautiful older woman had just done to her, but Chad was a distraction she wasn’t sure she was ready to deal with. Was this the night she would lose her virginity? She turned her head and looked towards her employer and his wife and knew she had just changed the whole nature of their relationship. She was only 17, but she had let herself become the sex-toy of a married couple her parents’ age. The thought of her father’s friend plunging his penis into her strangely excited her, but it hadn’t happened yet, and right now all she was yearning for was more of the beautiful Melanie. She wasn’t even on birth-control she reminded herself as she made her decision.

Trea walked across the pool deck towards the whirlpool where Melanie and Chad were leaning over kissing each other as they soaked side-by-side in the warm, bubbling water. She was conscious of Chad watching her out of the corner of his eye as her young breasts bounced freely with every step of her sultry stride. She knew she was driving the older man crazy with her bare, teen-aged body and she decided to play with this power she had over him for as long as she could. She still felt flushed from the incredible orgasm Chad’s wife had just given her and she knew she wanted to return the pleasure to this amazing woman who had introduced her so deliciously to femme-sex, but she was also surprised to find that she loved Chad’s eyes glued to her naked body. She picked up a couple of fluffy towels and unfolded them, laying them out on the wooden deck surrounding the jacuzzi behind Melanie, then sat with her legs folded under her pulling her fingers through the blond’s damp tresses playfully. She leaned over and whispered something in Melanie’s ear. Chad’s wife smiled and stepped out of the whirlpool. Trea handed her a towel and she wrapped it around herself after drying her skin, then she walked towards the house and disappeared through the sliding door, turning to give them a smile as she disappeared into the expansive house.

Chad’s heart was pounding out of his chest again as Trea stepped into the whirlpool with him. She settled into the warm, bubbling water and sat across from him with her breasts bobbing on the surface. Chad wondered what she had whispered to Melanie, but since she obviously had something in mind for him, he decided to let her play out her plan. He felt her foot slowly wandering up his thigh under the swirling water and tried to keep his cool as it found his manhood hardening between his legs. She felt it grow under her wiggling toes until it was hard as steel. Her smile was so wicked he could hardly keep it in his mind that she was only 17. She swam across the short distance between them and pushed him upright until he realized she wanted his loins above the surface of the water. He pulled himself up so he was sitting on the ledge with her on her knees between his legs. She slid her fingers lightly around his hard, wet cock and stroked him seductively as he gasped for a sudden deep breath. A shiver ran through him as he tried to calm his nervousness. Trea loved what she was doing to the older man. She looked up into his eyes and took his hard phallus slowly into her mouth and guided the silky-skinned head of his erection deep into the back of her mouth until he felt it squeezed tightly inside the narrow opening of her throat. He groaned as her lips slid all the way to the base of his thick shaft and while her tongue worked its way up and down the sensitive ridge on the front of his cock he arched his back and pushed himself into the 17 year-old as far as she could take him. Trea had given enough head to the boys at school to have become quite adept at controlling her gag-reflex and she could keep Chad pressed into the back of her throat for a long time as her lips crawled deeply around the base of his penis until they were tickled by his short-cropped pubic hair. She knew just how to take him to the brink and keep him there, while his hands trembled in their grip around the back of her head. She pushed his thighs wide apart so she could play with his balls and suck them into her mouth too. He groaned audibly and her wet lips stretched around him into a gleaming smile as she once again took in his enormous cock in long, deep thrusts, while adroitly wiggling her tongue into his “spot”. After a couple of minutes of her deep thrusts, he gave up any hope of trying to constrain his climax and Trea knew he was about to explode. She encouraged his release by sucking hard in rapid head-thrusts and paused when she felt him stiffen to let him shoot his load into her mouth. She felt her lips yield with the pulsing of his orgasm and kept her lips firmly around his shaft as his body seized in rigid tension. His thick cum hit the back of her throat and she instantly backed him out of her mouth so his head was just inside her lips. Pulse after pulse filled her mouth with his slimy ejaculate and she pursed her lips around him and pulled out every last drop before gulping the salty, warm and slightly bleachy-tasting wad down her throat and into her tummy. He realized that the young girl had just swallowed his load, and he gave her a look of awed gratitude that she had done it for him the first time without any encouragement. His body went limp as she resumed sucking his cock to give him that last charge of stimulation to the overloaded nerves in his now-sensitive dick. His hands trembled around the back of her head and he leaned back to support himself on his arms, but he was too wobbly to even keep himself upright and he fell back flat on the deck of the jacuzzi. She licked her teeth clean of the thick, jelly-like sperm that clung in the recesses of her gums and sucked together a wad of saliva to wash the last remnants of his cum down her throat. She was anxious to get upstairs and into bed where she knew Melanie was waiting for her and when Chad had collected his senses enough to realize what she was doing, her pert, round ass was already wiggling its way towards the house.

(c) 2011 Bethany Ariel Frasier

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Batrea (Chapter 1)

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Batrea Samantha Tyden sat with her long legs propped up on the open back window sill of her parents’ tan Mercury sedan feeling the rush of the wind against the bottoms of her bare, size-7 feet. She’d taken her pink socks off along with nearly everything else she could to cool off without her father turning around and chiding her again. He refused to turn on the air-conditioning so Trea was sweating down her back and between her thighs. She could see her mother in the front seat lifting her hair and mopping the sweat from the back of her neck every few miles, but neither of them dared say a word about the oppressive July heat to Trea’s father who was already in a worse mood than he usually was. Every bump along Highway 51 jarred her bottom in clockwork rhythm as the tires bounced over the deteriorating seams of the Indiana state route between Trea’s uncle’s house and their home in north-central Cass County. The 17 year-old girl wanted the long ride to end but even though she didn’t know exactly where they were in relation to home, she knew they still had a long way to go. She picked up the grocery bag full of clothes her aunt had given her and looked through it again, paying closer attention to the hand-me-downs that her cousin no longer wanted after leaving home to go to Holy Cross College half-way across the state. Her cousin Brenda was almost exactly her size, so this was just the latest donation of clothes she had inherited from her slightly older cousin. Trea had hoped to see Brenda at the annual Tyden family re-union, but Brenda had gotten a summer job in South Bend working at a Dairy Queen with some friends from college and had an excuse not to show up at the tiresome yearly family event. Trea and Brenda used to spend summers together when they were in 6th, 7th, and 8th grade, but Trea’s father had complained about the cost of another mouth to feed when it was their turn to host Brenda over the summer after Trea started high school, so they had not seen each other very much for a couple of years. Trea pulled out a pretty bra from the bottom of the bag and was surprised by two things: first that it was a sexy VS bra with lacy trim, she hadn’t expected her aunt to let Brenda buy such an expensive brassiere, and second that Brenda’s boobs were now that size! Brenda had always been small-breasted when they were in junior high. She must have had a growth-spurt in the past two years. They had been curious at each others pubescent development, and while in bed together at her aunt and uncle’s house they had played with each others budding breasts. Trea wished she could see Brenda’s chest now that she was in college!

“Shit”! her father exclaimed out of the blue.
“What IS it, Bob”? her mother replied.
“Why didn’t you remind me to ask Jake for that come-along he borrowed from me last summer”? he fumed.
“Bob, you’ve never needed it! Is it that important”?
“Its the principle of the thing! He’s had it for over a year”! The frequency of the road bumps noticeably increased every time her father was upset about something as his foot bore down harder on the accelerator. In a minute her mom would press her foot into the floor mat and place her hand on the dashboard as her nervousness increased and her father would then look over at her, irritated further by the implied criticism of his lead-foot driving.
“Will you relax”? he said impatiently. The car slowed down to just over the speed-limit again.

Trea rolled her eyes and looked off to the side of the road as the endless flatness of northern Indiana rolled by. She glanced down at the bra again and slid over to the side of the back seat behind her father so he couldn’t see her in the rear-view mirror. She reached under her shirt and pulled her arms out of her own bra straps and slid her old, worn-out bra around her waist, un-hooked it and yanked it out from under her shirt. She was going to put on her cousin’s lacy bra before her mom found it in the bag of clothes and claimed it for herself. She arched her back forward off the car-seat and hooked the newer bra around her waist but before she hiked it up around her boobs she reached under her shirt and wiped the sweat from the under-sides of her breasts and wiped her damp hands off on her shorts. She looked down and saw the raisins of her nipples poking up through the cotton-knit shirt and admired her own chest before pulling the bra up and around her. At the re-union she had caught her uncle staring at her breasts more than once and finally resorted to crossing her arms over her chest to keep him from ogling at her. But after she had done so a couple of times, she found herself missing the attention, and deliberately threw out her 34-C chest to see if he would stare at them again. He did, of course. He had put his plate down on the picnic table directly across from where she sat, squeezing in between two of her younger cousins for the vantage point, or so she guessed.

The car had slowed down, passing through another small town and the tree-shaded streets were a welcome relief to the hot sun streaming in her window. After passing rows of old Victorian houses for several blocks she saw three cute boys on bicycles staring at her from a driveway ahead as she leaned both arms on the window-sill. As they got closer she reached down on the seat and grabbed her old worn-out bra and threw it at them as their car rolled past them. She looked over her shoulder quickly to see if her dad had seen her do it, and then poked her head out the window to see if any of the boys had caught it. She saw all three of them tangled up in their falling bicycles as they all tried to grab her bra where it had landed in the grass. They were whooping and waving at her as her father slowed down to stop at a light. She suddenly realized they might try to ride after the car to catch up to her at the stop-light and she ducked down in the back seat praying the light would turn green before they could get there. If they did and her mother had found out what she had done, she would be in big trouble! Mercifully the car pulled off into the intersection and she turned around quickly to look out the rear window but the boys were still half way down the block passing her bra back and forth between them.

The car rolled along through several blocks of downtown businesses and near the end she saw a tattoo parlor in the first floor of an old building with the letters IOOF and number 267 cut into the keystone over one of window arches on the top floor. She wondered what they stood for and almost asked her father, but decided not to. There were two darkly tanned men in sleeveless shirts talking in front of the store and she could see their tattoos covering their arms. She tried to make out what the designs were, but couldn’t see them clearly enough. She had a couple of classmates who had gotten tramp-stamps on their lower backs and she wanted one someday too, but could never decide what kind of design she would like permanently inked onto her backside. Her mother would be horrified if she did it, so she never asked her if she could have one. She wished her parents weren’t so strict with her. As she looked back at the two men she noticed the upper floors of the old building appeared to be empty and deserted. Boxes were piled up behind the dirty windows which had neither curtains nor blinds. She wondered how long they’d been sitting there abandoned and unused. What was behind those dark old windows, and did anyone ever go up there. She imagined endless lonely nights passing year after year with no one ever entering those old high-ceilinged rooms upstairs as dust drifted through late-afternoon sunbeams slanting in through the tall windows facing the street. She pictured in her mind those two men dragging her by the arms up a darkened stairwell to the upper floor of that old building while she struggled to get free. She vividly imagined her feet tripping and catching over torn rubber treads up the dusty stairs. At the top they would throw her down on an old stained mattress, surrounded by piles of junk, ripping her clothes off of her while she tried to scream for help, but no one would hear her through those century-old brick walls. They would take turns holding her down while the other one raped her over and over. “TREA”! her father shouted. “Where’s your head at”?!

Trea startled to her senses and realized her father had been talking to her. She also realized her pussy lips were slippery and soaking wet. She reached into her panties and drew back a finger covered with her silky juices while her father repeated himself.
“Mr. Turner wants you to go over to his office when we get home. He called this morning and has some work he needs done before his office opens Monday morning”.
Chad Turner was her father’s insurance agent. He had offered her a job after school hours and part-time during the summer filing insurance policies after scanning them into his office computer. She had worked in his office for several months and her dad always stressed the importance of being able to hold a job and stick with it no matter what. Her dad always called him MISTER Turner to impress upon Trea the importance of treating her elders with respect. But in his office he always wanted her to call him Chad. He paid her well enough for filing and office work but she was trying to get a job at Prestle’s Diner because she’d heard how much the waitresses made in tips. But Sherry Hundley had been hired instead. Sherry beat her out of every opportunity Trea had ever aspired to. She was prettier, more popular, and came from a better family. Trea knew she would never be as popular as she wanted to be as long as Sherry Hundley was always one step ahead of her.

“TREA! Did you hear what I said”? her dad barked.
“YES, dad”!

Trea slunk down in the backseat and sulked. She thought about the fantasy her father had interrupted and wondered why she had so many rape fantasies. Was she perverted? Sick? She sat with her legs folded under her and her ankles crossed. With her thighs spread wide she quietly played with her swollen clit through her damp shorts. She closed her eyes and felt the car descending down a gentle grade. The sun was lowering in the sky and the air seemed less oppressively hot. She sleepily thought of Brenda and how her breasts were now filling Brenda’s bra, and her pussy became even wetter. The car slowed to a stop, then inched forward and stopped again. She heard her dad’s fingers tapping on the steering wheel impatiently and opened her eyes hazily and saw her mom’s head turned to look out the window. She looked out to see what she was looking at and they were straddling a railroad crossing with cars ahead of them and behind them. She saw the railroad tracks curving out of sight less than half a mile down the rail-bed and she realized her mom was worried about the bright headlamp of a train appearing around the curve coming toward them. Trea looked down the track in the other direction as her dad cursed the traffic and shouted: “MOVE”! Down the tracks to her left were two teen-aged girls, each walking barefoot down their respective rail with their arms reaching across the ties holding hands and steadying each other as they balanced their footing. They were the sexiest girls Trea had ever seen. All they were wearing were skimpy bikinis and as she watched their half-exposed bubble-asses wiggling as they walked down the tracks away from her she noticed they were hopping together with every fourth step as if they were counting off their footsteps in a dance. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Trea was entranced by their long, silky hair swaying with the swing of their hips and bouncing with every hop. Their long legs were perfect. Everything about them was perfect except the bottoms of their feet which were filthy with the grease on the tracks. She felt her pussy tingling with the thrill of what she was watching. All she wanted was to follow those girls, catch up to them and join them. The only other girl she had ever had a sexual experience with was her cousin, and what they had done together on those long-ago summer nights seemed so innocent compared to what Trea wanted to do with these girls. She could only imagine what their breasts might look like, …bouncing with every fourth step. Trea pulled her hair up off her neck with her fist and swished it back and forth to cool off. The car slowly pulled forward off the tracks and Trea strained to watch the girls until they were obscured by the trees as they left the crossing behind. Trea wished she knew why she had these intensely sexual feelings all the time. She masturbated every day now. She looked forward to moments when her parents weren’t around. She wanted to do things she knew were bad but she didn’t think she was a bad girl. Her pussy burned hot and wet for the rest of the ride home as she kept thinking about those two girls. Was she a lesbian? She had never had intercourse with a boy but she knew she would someday. She had done other things. Her father would kill her if he knew!

(c) 2011 Bethany Frasier

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