Episode 7: Batter Up!!!

Spring Lake Florida! Saturday 10:12 A.M!

Strolling through Sheridan Park recently christened 18-year-old Britney Leanne Foxx aka Foxxy to most every guy around enjoyed the bright sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky and hot as fuck already. Just like her! Age was only a number be they slightly young, her own age, or older, all that mattered was they could not stop staring at the perky teen. Alone at the moment she had time to process her deeds at school. Helping her thoughts she had a good laugh at the sign promoting the park by name.

“Sheridan Park! Share a Dan! Emily Grace and I definitely did that. I was parked on my knees licking his dick. She even licked his balls. That’s so ironic. I ... we, really did that. I didn’t honestly think Mister Beatty would go as far as he did. Maybe it was due to my bluffing him in saying I had a crush on him. But Beatty letting me do things in front of Emily, now that was even more erotic. I might not have gone as far as I had if I didn’t have Emily in my corner. That girl really needs me, I think. She looks lonely. She followed my lead and we both took risks. They sure paid off. Lance and Styles were blown away by my doing it.

“What worries me, and I really shouldn’t let it, was how the guys in detention recorded us. I mean most of it was behind Beatty’s desk where they couldn’t see us in action but my nudity on the way around his desk says it all. Same for Emily. I just hope they don’t try and blackmail her. I don’t know her well enough yet to protect her but darn it I want to. She was too cool and my biggest fan. I need friends myself. Since moving back from Vermont things have been different. Older me is loving the art of the tease. But boys remember the younger Britney, so it’s been a slow process getting them to warm up to me. I’m thinking after the vibrating egg and detention guys will try a whole lot harder to date me or fuck me. Both, I hope!” Giggling over it she pressed on.

Today she wore skintight stretchy green micro shorts which she had swiped from her mother Rita. While she was away working out of town, more often than not, Brit liked to raid her secret stash of sexy outfits. Why her mom even owned so many risqué garments definitely had she and Lance curious.

Ever since returning to Florida, her mother Rita seemed different. Caught between home life and career. Not that it mattered really, their dad raised the kids more than Rita did. Of late, Brit was almost glad her mom was gone. She was a daddy’s girl anyway, now more than ever since Lance suckered her into seducing him. For this very reason she intended to utilize Jacob Wagner to be this Jake that she mentioned to her dad. If anything, to amuse herself in teasing Keith Foxx further. Soon she would strike again.

Combined with those narrow shorts was a thin white crop top tank that exposed her belly button and firm abs. Expressing her body more these days she truly felt alive. Forsaking panties her bikini area had a well-defined cameltoe expressing through her gap. No bra beneath that tank top the shadows of her areolas were easily seen. The simplest of clothe agitation excited her nipples into bullet sized brilliance. All of the way here roving eyes were admiring her beauty. “Keep it up, boys! I’m dressing for you. Undressing maybe!” Literally all men! Sexy was the new black. Dark sunglasses, tennis shoes with no socks finished off her attire.

Wandering she noted children playing on swings and merry-go-rounds. Still, the park was never ending and there was plenty of wide-open spaces to avoid discovery. She predicted her brother’s friend Styles would want alone time with her out of the range of prying eyes. As she continued on the sidewalk before her, she heard a noise of stampeding wheels coming up from behind. On a skateboard rolled up 18-year-old Trenton Styles aka merely Styles. Smiles Styles! Goofy but cute! Shirtless helped!

“There you are.” She grinned. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to stand me up. That would not have been a good beginning of owning me for 48 hours.”

“I know! I know! Sorry! It’s my dad’s weekend with me. I had to help him load up the truck for softball practice. Dad’s all about sports, which pisses him off because I’m not.”

“Don’t you want to go watch him play? If it’s his weekend, shouldn’t you spend quality time together?”

“I’d rather be with you but yeah since mom and dad divorced, he’s been trying.” Momma’s boy, meet Daddy’s girl! “We can go watch them for a while. I can show you off.” Realizing her nipple shine he nearly fell off of his skateboard. “You’re showing off without me.”

“I dressed like this for you. You can tell him I’m your girlfriend if you want.”

“I like that idea. Wanna go steady?”

“Noooooooooo! But I’ll play along with the theory if it makes you look good. I can’t act too sexy though or the team might get jealous.” Fingers crossed! “Should I go change?” She performed a 360 to taunt him after she noticed his trunks sporting wood. She required bigger. He had room to grow yet.

Stomping on his skateboard to lift it he admired her ass. The stretchy shorts hugged her like body paint, the material dipping deep within her butt crack.

“Nope! If you change, I’ll break up with you.” He laughed! “Hell, my dad might whistle at that ass. In case you’re wondering why he and my mom got divorced, dad fucked around on her a lot. I’m learning of late it went both ways. She cheated too.”

“Would that upset you? If he whistled at me. His teammates might howl at me too.”

“No! I might own you, but I don’t own you. After Beatty yesterday I kind of like it when you tease a lot.” Bending over to reach his uplifted skateboard her tank top offered up total exposure. He saw it all, her dangling breasts and nipples were in all of their glory. “Right! Just like that. I know you did that on purpose. Honestly, it might be funny to see a bunch of guys my dad’s age hassling you. None of them are under 38 I’m guessing.”

“That’s okay. I love teasing older men.” She wiggled her eyebrows and claimed his skateboard. Dropping it to its wheels she cautiously stood up on it and nearly fell on her ass as it moved faster than her balancing act. “Younger guys too. Eeeek!” He caught her and helped her upright on the board. Holding her by her hips he slowly taught her how to ride. More led but hey. “You is the first part of YOUnger.” He found that strange.

“For somebody who put up a fight about losing a bet, you sure seem eager to be slutty these days. Not complaining, mind you.”

“Blame my dufus brother. I’ve always loved sex but on my own terms. Now that I’ve agreed to get through this bet it has opened my eyes to a new world. Being slutty is kind of fun.”

“Awesomeness! I’m glad. I have tons of ideas.”

“Do tell.” She awaited with zest. “And don’t let go of me. Glue those hands to my hips.”

“How about you hop down for now. I can coach you later. I brought improv.” Done!

“Improv or Improp?” She observed Trenton Edward Styles pull a small backpack from his shoulders and unzip it. Reaching inside he pulled out a dog collar and a long leash. He grinned while dangling it in front of her.

“Ohhh, so, now you think I’m a dog.” She smirked with sparkling eyes. “YIP YIP YIPPEE!”

“Never! My mom and dad used to be into all that freaky stuff. I thought maybe we could steal a few ideas from them.”

She picked up the collar and examined it. It was thick black leather and had spiked studs embedded within. Definitely made for a larger canine. Intrigued yes, ready not just yet. “I say we do this after softball practice. Your dad might ask questions.”

“Or...” He pointed dramatically, “Dad might pat me on the back and yell THAT’S MY BOY!”

She smiled at his playfulness then gnashed her teeth. “The other players might freak out and put your dad on the spot. Don’t you think?”

“Maybe! I know most of the guys though. All they do is talk about sex and getting drunk. I doubt it would be a shock. If anything, it will get them talking.”

“This is part of your 48 hours to control me. I guess I have no say in this. I’ll obey if that’s what you really want to do.”

“I’ll hold off on the leash until later. I’ll get a feel of the team before I bring it out.”

“Good call. I’m not saying I don’t like the idea of you leading me on a leash.” She offered up a brilliant smile before sticking her tongue out at him.

“Man! I’m glad your brother invited us over the other day. You are the coolest.”

“Sexiest. Sluttiest.” She added! “America’s Most Wanted!”

“How can you not be the most popular girl in school?” He wondered! “Scratch that! After yesterday you went valeDICKtorian.” So cute!

“Maybe because I never showed off like I have lately. I mean, I talk to a lot of guys, but I still keep things casual. You’re right though. I think after yesterday I might find it a whole lot harder to remain what others used to think of me.”

“That’s for sure. You were the talk of the halls at school.”

“Good or bad?” She giggled biting a nail with a beguiling glint in her eyes. She knew it was 90% good.

Styles had to laugh at the irony. “Good with the guys and most girls. But we both know there are the bible crowd. Heck, I even heard a few of them sinning out loud.”

“I’ll convert them to the dark side.” She grinned evilly and spoke like Darth Vader. “Luke I am your whore.”

“Yes, you are! Let’s get going. Dad’s practice is on the other side of that batch of trees over there.” He motioned with his chin while putting the leash and collar back in his bag.

Gathering up his skateboard they began walking across a long stretch of grass to reach the row of trees. A short path through the shrubbery around them they reached the ball diamond. From the tree line they stopped to survey the situation.

“That’s my dad over there with no shirt wearing the Chicago Cubs ball cap.”

“Whoa! Your dad is a stud.” C-H-I-S-E-L-E-D!!!

“Yeah, yeah!” He rolled his eyes. “I look just like him.”

“You just keep thinking that handsome. Psst! Join the gym.” She winked at him then kissed his cheek to calm his put down emotions. “I count seven guys. I thought there were nine positions in baseball.” As she counted, she calculated four more studs with no shirts on. Swoooon!

“Either running late or couldn’t make it. Who cares, it’s not my problem.”

“There’s two of us. We can offer to be the other players.”

“I’m not into baseball.”

“Neither am I. But this could be fun.” Oh, yes! “Me wiggling all around the bases. Them fumbling the ball just to watch my booty and tits shake.” A quick lift of her crop top she shook her tits at him. He quickly intercepted her hands and covered those bases before his dad spotted them.

“Let’s not be obvious too soon. Let me work up to things. Come on.” He sat his bag and board down in the grass and took her hand. She grinned at his holding hands idea.

Walking up to the dugout Styles waved to his dad at first base. His dad tilted his hat up and offered a puzzled grin.

The pitcher spotted them and stopped his planned spitball to look over at Trenton’s dad Gary. “Yo, Gary! You need a minute?” Nodding back Gary Styles jogged over to the dugout.

“Who is this? My son with a girl? I thought you were gay. How much of my allowance did he pay you to make him look good.” He teased his boy and definitely explored Britney’s body in detail, step by step, body part by body part. Before Trent could reply to yet another insult Brit jumped in.

“CERTAINLY NOT GAY. No money!” Gary was taken back by her statement watching her hug his son’s arm and lay her head on his shoulder. Trent’s hand pinned under her tight hug; he landed that hand right over her bikini area. Assuming she did this to rescue him, he added his own touch and rubbed her pussy through the green material. Eyes bright she kissed his cheek a second time. “Eeee! That gave me goosebumps.”

“Well, that settles that. Who have we here?”

“This is Britney. My friend Lance’s older sister. She’s 18.”

“Girlfriend or friend?” He chuckled! “I’m betting on the latter.”

She offered a hiss of excitement at Trenton pinching her clitoral hood. Material in the way or not, her clit did extend outward slightly. “I like making bats ... BETS!” That was what started her evolution. “Did you say batter or latter?” Tilting Trent by his chin to face her she kissed him on the lips this time. Retreating, she batted her lashes at Gary. “We shall see.” Styles perked up resisting a blush. He liked this situation.

“Don’t embarrass me dad.”

“That’s what dads are for. Nice meeting you, Britney. At least I know my son knows how to pick ‘em. You’re quite a looker.”

“Awww!” She feigned a blush of her own. “Thank you, Mister Styles. I notice your team only has seven players. Shirts versus skins?”

He rubbed the back of his neck and scowled. “Sure! Couple of our guys were too hung over to make it. Happens to the best of us.”

“Can we watch you play?” She smiled devilishly at him. In his own perverted mind Gary wondered the same of watching her play. With herself that is. He stammered looking obvious of his thought. She caught on instantly.

Trying to keep it cool Gary puckered. “Pull up a seat. We’re just getting warmed up. I’ll introduce you to everyone in a bit.” Before he finished his suggestion she reached up and playfully wiped Trenton’s face as if cleaning a place for her to sit. Gary had to laugh then glanced over her body once more just before turning away to head back to first base.

Taking the lead for him, Brit pulled Trent down into the dugout and sat with him on the bench. “Your dad raped me with his eyes. Did you notice?”

“Yeah! Obvious as hell. Thanks for saving my ass. He’s always called me Momma’s Boy. I guess in a way I am. I’m not like dad at all.”

“Did you not want this to happen?” She creased her brow. “My teasing him. Them!”

“I’m just trying to keep us from looking too obvious. So far, you haven’t done anything too crazy. The whole bunch is watching us, right now.”

“Good! You rubbed my clit in front of your dad. Do more of that. That had him thinking.” She gave him another peck on the cheek shocking him. “48-hours Styles. Tell me what I can do for you.” He grinned at her just as she jumped up and sat in his lap sideways, wrapping her arms around his neck. She hugged him tightly then looked back at the players. She wanted the young man to feel a part of this was about him. More for the older guys but Trenton was a worthy excuse.

The batter kept missing the pitch, looking back at the kids after every swing. The catcher in turn bellowed out of frustration. “The field is that way, Carlos.”

Everyone chuckled including shirtless Carlos. Finally, the Hispanic gent hit the ball which fouled out backwards over the dugout fence. As they all looked behind them Britney leaped off of Trenton’s lap and raced up then out of the dugout. The entire seven watched her wiggle around the fence and retrieve the ball in the grass. She made certain to bend over with her ass facing them knowing her cheeks were almost all the way out of her tight green shorts. Swiveling in step she raised the ball over her head to yell out. “I got it.” Underboob!

Running back around the fence she sprinted out to the pitching mound, breasts whipping about without restraint to hand it to the pitcher.

“Here’s your balls. I mean ball.” She giggled faking another blush.

“My balls were in your hand.” The pitcher smirked! “My ball, I mean. Thanks, kid.”

She lifted her sunglasses expressing a pout, then wagged her tongue at him. “Do I really look like a kid?” In reaction he poised his baseball right in front of her face. Without avoiding it she lapped her tongue over the threads on the ball. A single sexy swath of saliva left on it she turned away and wiggled even harder back toward the dugout. Those shorts were still riding high.

“You saved my spit for the spitball.”

As she rejoined Styles he shook his head. The pitcher literally repositioned his crotch in front of everybody. “There’s one erection. Well, your dad is two. You three!” She chuckled leaning into him as if lovingly. He put his arm around her and let his forearm dangle over her breast. Squeezing it she sighed. “Use me to make them think I’m really yours. I’ll follow your lead.” Nodding he let her tit go long enough to relocate his hand down her cleavage and actually grope the real thing without obstruction. “Mm! Second base!” Hilarious!

“Home run before the end of our date.” Yes, indeed!

The team continued to play to the best of their ability for ten minutes. During that time Brit in her high energy expressed boredom and pulled free of Trenton’s sweaty palm. “I need to stretch my legs.” She got up and paced the dugout. Styles joined her by leaning with his fingers gripping the mesh fence.

“Wanna leave?” He offered!

“No. I want to terrorize these guys out of their minds.” Pants hopefully! She paused with tingling frustration. Her pussy was aching after Trenton’s massage earlier.

“Is it really that important?”

“Yes! I feel like they’re losing interest.” She frowned! “I can’t have that. Send me in coach.”

Approval given she left Styles behind in his cage and stepped from the dugout. Waiting until there was a lull in their activity, she approached the catcher.

“Can I play? I’ve never really tried but it looks fun.”

The catcher stood up stretching and looked to the batter. “Let her hit a couple, Pete.”

The man handed her his bat and stepped back motioning her to get into position. He watched her bend her knees and lightly crouch. Her exposed ass was a thing of beauty.

“Hold on.” Pete spoke then moved up close to her. His crotch literally pressed into her ass. “You have to choke higher on the bat. Part your feet more.”

“Show me.” She smiled at him slyly.

Glued to her behind he leaned around her body to guide her palms for a better grip on the bat. Her ass rubbing right against his crotch she felt instantaneous erection. She wiggled gently over it acting as if getting into a better stance. “Am I holding him where I’m supposed to?” Shouldn’t that be it, not him? Hmm!

Pete shot a glance at the catcher and expressed a look of, “Oh, Hell yes!”

Nodding the catcher rolled his eyes and called out to the pitcher. “Give her something to hit, Harlan.”

“Just don’t hit me.” She joked wiggling against Pete even harder, up and down, side to side. “Just on me.” That part was heard but only barely. Harlan lobbed a low inside ball which forced her to bend over more and almost stumble forward. Pete grabbed her by both hips to keep her from toppling. He wasn’t even stressed that her wild swing might strike him being all up on her like he was.

She whined over her luck and tapped her bat on the ground getting back into position. Pete stepped away this time. As Harlan tossed another pitch Brit swung and lost balance falling directly into the catcher’s arms. His arms surrounded her, accidently slipping under her crop top and cupping her right breast with the hand without his mitt. She laughed and looked up at his mask to see him grinning.

“My hero!” She razzed him then patted his hand over her tit.

“Sorry about that.” He clenched his teeth. “You fell into me.”

“All part of the game, right?” She grinned and pulled herself up and yelled at the pitcher. “Again, Harlan!”

Readying herself for a pitch she saw Pete sneak in and repeat his lesson plan. A third swing missed she started to fall forward again but Pete reached out and grabbed her by her waistband. Her body weight and gravity against her, her shorts were tugged down until her entire ass was hanging out. Butt crack gorgeous Pete saw pucker and clam resulting in a whistle. She was suspended in mid-air by her shorts until he pulled her back upright. She feigned turning beet red and pulled them up. “Best seat in the ballpark.” Tough girl! Everyone agreed with that.

Out on first base Gary Styles although at a distance saw her chest like his son had earlier, nipples and all until she was on her feet. “Geezus Crisco! My boy has a firecracker. I might just need to spring for pizza later and invite her over to hang with the Styles boys.” Boner heavy he too had to rearrange his junk.

“HIT IT, HARLAN! I’M DETERMINED HERE!” So were they! Bat ready to swing she looked back at Pete. “How’s your stance, Peter? I mean my stance.” Both men at the plate knew she was doing this on purpose. No reason not to play along with a barely legal hot chick. Pausing Harlan, Pete gravitated up on her backside again and reached around her waist. Palming her bare tummy, she felt fingers slip beneath her awry waistband. Not too far but beneath her shorts none the less. “Hey! I thought that only catcher’s used finger signals to tell the pitcher what to throw.” Both men busted up. “Learn something new every day. I’m still trying to figure out a low inside ball.” The kid was hilarious.

“Back it up, Pete! Give her room.” Hands off, Pete Calafiore vacated her flesh with a hiss of disappointment.

“I don’t mind Peter up my ass.” She razzed the catcher. Shaking his head Pat Cornwall motioned for Harlan to fire away. Pete was grinning up a storm at her affirmation. Not one of them seemed worried about Trenton Styles in the dugout. This was a man’s game.

As Harlan sent her a fairly easy pitch Britney managed to hit the ball in a line drive toward third base. She stood there in awe of her achievement.

“Run to first base.” Pat Cornwall the catcher yelled up at her. She jumped at his order and burst into a run toward Trent’s dad. The whole time she ran toward him Gary stared at her chest bouncing wildly on her way into his arms. She laughed the whole journey until slamming into his chest with both hands.

“Hi! I’m going to second now.”

Third basemen Lonnie Burbank lobbed the ball to the pitcher Harlan who covered second base. He didn’t rush in getting her out faking as if someone else had the ball. Gary catching on to Harlan’s scheme definitely enjoyed her exposed ass cheeks bobbing about.

At second base Harlan stood in her way. He admired her eyes watching him. She was racing hard and literally had no chance of stopping. He covered his base as if waiting for the ball to be thrown at him. On the sly Harlan tossed the ball away behind him just as Brit slammed into him like she had Gary, making him ignore the ball that supposed flew past him. She huffed up at him as her chest crushed against his.

“You missed the ball, Harlan. Sucks to be you.” She giggled stomping on the base.

The catcher Pat then yelled out! “Run to third.”

“Eeeee! Bye, see ya!”

Brit dropped her jaw and peeled away from Harlan to run for another base. This made Harlan decide to chase the ball before watching her butt cheeks dancing toward Ron Beasley aka Weasley, a Harry Potter jest he heard more often than not. Ball retrieved Harlan hurled it toward Ron who caught it just as she set foot on the base.

Feeling the breeze of it she shrieked and fell to her knees in front of Ron. More dramatic than required she feigned falling face first into his crotch. Ron immediately flung the ball behind him. “Oops! Butterfingers!” He in turn let her climb up his body to stand. Flipping her tongue out at him she realized where the ball was and bulged her eyes. “Heading home!”

Actual 3rd basemen Lonnie Burbank just let his team member take over his spot. It was amusing enough to just watch. Carlos Mendoza the shortstop and center fielder also stood idle laughing over the insanity.

“Better run fast I’m right on your ass.” Ron turned and hurried to retrieve the ball and gave chase. He could have easily caught her but kept a few feet from ruining her fun. Peering over her shoulder at Ron she shrieked and began stumbling. Home base clear for the taking, Pat and Pete waved her in yelling for her to slide. Noooo! She didn’t want any skin burns and bruises.

Within five feet of home, she pouted and just dove for it. Ron right on her ass toppled right over her. Slapping her hands on the base she hoisted her ass in the air right as Ron landed on her in what looked like a doggystyle pose. He lost the ball in his collision, but it was so worth it. Tossing his mitt aside he grabbed Brit by her hips and intentionally thrust his hips four times as if fucking her from behind. She laughed her ass off. “HOME RUN!” Not unless her shorts and his pants were off but close enough.

Ron decided it best to stop being an idiot and sat down in the dirt behind her. Pete chose to enter the scene in front of her, kneeling to examine her for damage. “You okay, Kid?”

In response Brit raised her shades with a frown. “For my being a kid you guys sure do drool a lot.”

“Cute, kid. What can we say?” Ron huffed and dusted her ass off just to touch those sweet cheeks.

“Do you always get a hard on over kids?”

“Only those with bodies like yours.”

“Pervert.” She wagged her tongue at him. “Same goes for you.” A second wag at Ron.

“Tease.” He returned!

“I’m not wearing panties.” As if they didn’t already know. She flipped him off and rolled over to lay in the dirt, leaning on her elbows and letting Ron look directly between her parted thighs to see a nice sWEaT ring over her camel’s oasis. The devious sparkle in her eye had them hard as rocks.

“We all noticed that right off, Kid.”

“I bet you did. Which did you notice first? My shorts up my ass crease or my camel toe?”

“Toe. Very nice.” He looked down at it and intentionally wagged his tongue at her. That had her attention!

“Thanks, Grandpa.” She kicked at his left leg then rolled to her feet. Her tank top filthy she took her biggest risk to date and took the shirt off and started whipping it about as if a rug to clean it off. Tits ripe for the shaking the team simply watched her until she put it back on. “Much better! Hey Harlan let’s go again. Peter, you can show me how to cunt-- I mean bunt!” Laughing she scurried to pick the bat back up and looked toward Styles. His stare looked dark. Even Gary noticed it. Hmm!

“Hold those thoughts. Be right back.” Hurrying to the dugout fence she grabbed the mesh and pouted at Trent. “Are you mad at me?”

“Nope! The shirt off thing might have been over the top. Dad is looking at me like I’m weak and not acting mad.”

“So, don’t be weak. Order me back out there and tell me what you want me to do. Grow some balls, Trent. You grow, they throw.” Nodding he took her advice and stepped out of the dugout and met up with her. Face to face Styles didn’t even consider his next move. Lashing out he palmed her throat and choked her.

“GET BACK IN THE GAME BITCH!” She might have cum a little at his challenge. Whipping her around he slapped her ass and sent her on her way. As soon as he did, he shot fuck you fingers at all of them, dad included.

“My man says show me your balls.” Bat in hand she returned to home plate. “About that bunt Pete. Bring it in.” The team shook their heads and moved back into positions. Interesting practice that was for sure.

“What’s the deal with you and Eddie?”

“Eddie?” She paused as Pete hovered close.

“Trent!” Patrick Cornwall the catcher chimed in. “Gary calls him Eddie because his middle name is Edward after his grandfather. Trenton was his mom’s dad’s name.”

“I did not know that. I like Eddie better.” It did sound tougher! “Huh! The deal is ... Eddie knows I like strong men. He’s growing on me and I don’t mind helping him become a real man.”

“Gary’s kid? Good luck with that.”

“You saw what he just did. Don’t you think that’s a start?”