“Nice job Tony, just what the hell was that supposed to be?”
“Hey, Stan. You watch the language. You’re a team now and that means you support your team, respect them, and work together to improve.” Kim said, her voice clearly indicating the growing frustration she was struggling to contain.
“Yes Coach Kim.” Stan, the taller of the two boys replied grudgingly and with little sincerity.
“It wasn’t my fault anyway. I won two out my three events. It was Mandy here that completely blew it. How about running instead of taking a stroll?” Tony muttered.
Kim put her hand to her head. This was such a pain dealing with these kids. But, she tried telling herself, this was good for them. They would each benefit from this experience. Even if she went crazy from being around such juveniles.
“Hey, At least I’m not a stubby-legged shrimp.” Mandy said, tossing her long blonde hair back.
“Guys,” Kim said calmly. “I know this is new to you, working together as a team and all. But you know why you’re in this situation. Let’s just try and get along. You may even find you have common interests if you just give each other a chance.”
“Fat chance” Tony mumbled under his breath. Stan just smirked and Mandy rolled her eyes.
Kim had trouble believing there was anything she could do to get these kids cooperative. She’d only been on this job a week but it felt like a month. Each of these kids represented a disciplinary problem at their respective schools. They’d done something to end up on this community service track program and while their ages varied from Mandy age sixteen to Stan age eighteen, they all shared a common attitude. They were typical loners for one reason or another. And so far, she thought, they seemed the most hostile towards each other. Mandy and Tony were always bickering. Stan seemed to be the logical choice to help lead the other two but his main problem was a clear lack of motivation. She’d hoped a trip to the mall for some athletic shoes might help out. They hadn’t even gotten halfway through the food court when the verbal attacks started.
“Look, everyone. We’re here to get some shoes. Consider this a gift and treat each other with some respect, please.” Kim said pointing ahead where the small corner shoe store came into view.
The others remained silent.
The man stood watching much of this exchange as the group neared his shop. This might not be easy, he thought. This group clearly had some differences, and they all genuinely seemed to dislike being around each other. Oh well, he thought smiling, should make for an interesting challenge.
“Hello, hello there all.” The man said as the woman led the three teens into the store. “I’m so glad you could join me on my opening day.”
Kim smiled as much as she could given her growing headache. “Hi there, I’m Kim. I volunteer for the community outreach program. This is Stan, Tony, and Mandy. They’re involved in a community track program. I was hoping to get some new track shoes. Do you carry those?”
The man grinned and to Kim for just a moment, the grin seemed more than just friendly. It seemed knowing and possibly sinister. Of course she had a headache she reasoned. “I happen to have an excellent selection of athletic shoes. I believe you all will find exactly what you need.”
The man walked from behind the register. “The young men here can look on this aisle here,” He said pointing to his left where there were shelves about seven feet high along the back wall. “And I believe I can help you ladies over here.” He said leading Kim and Mandy to the opposite end of the shop.
Kim briefly thought of keeping an eye on Stan and Tony but she couldn’t very well leave Mandy alone so she followed the man to some more tall shelving running around a corner.
“You just take a look on this aisle and tell me if you need further assistance.” The man said going to clean up what appeared to be some shredded clothing on the floor.
Kim found that odd that it was his opening day and somehow he had a mess on the floor already, especially as one of the items appeared to be part of a tank-top that, looking around, she didn’t even think he sold. Stop being so paranoid, she told herself. Just because the kids she was looking after were a pain at hiding their true feelings didn’t mean everyone was hiding something. She began browsing the shelves on one side of the aisle as Mandy began perusing the opposite side.
The man stood back watching the two ladies as they browsed. The woman was definitely to be tackled first. She was smart and observant. That was always a problem. As they had entered, the man could clearly see the tension between Kim and Stan. They were both having problems relating to one another. He could take care of that.
The girl, Mandy, seemed normal enough. Nothing major other than a chip on her shoulder that seemed to suggest she looked down on others and thought a bit highly of herself. She was young but not too young to get what she needed and he was determined to help her out.
“So is everything okay. Are you wanting to try anything on?” The man asked catching Kim’s attention.
She looked from the wall of shoes to the man. “I’m not sure really. You have plenty of nice shoes. It’s just none of them quite seem right.” She frowned a moment looking up and down the shelves. “I don’t know. What do you think sir?”
The man grinned again and glanced back at Mandy who was picking up shoe after shoe and finding them all the same, not the right pair. “Well, and this is just my humble opinion as a shoe store owner, but I believe you ladies are looking in the wrong section. I think I have some shoes around the corner that would better suit you both.
“I guess it can’t hurt to see what you have. But I thought this was all your women’s athletic shoes?” Kim replied, catching Mandy’s attention.
As they followed the man around the corner he answered. “Actually those are the only athletic shoes for women. I was thinking you two might benefit more from these.” He said pointing to a small display beside a long bench.
Kim actually exchanged a confused look with Mandy as she saw what the man was referring to. “Boots? I’m not sure I understand.”
“Oh but these aren’t just any boots. They are special brand boots, made exclusively for my store.” The man answered proudly.
“They look like go go boots or something.” Mandy said laughing a little sarcastically. Even her posture with her hands on her hips showed her disinterest in being here.
The man motioned the ladies to sit on the bench and without even thinking they each found themselves side by side still looking at the bright pink boots. These were clearly not what they needed, Kim thought. They look difficult to walk in, she reflected at the calf high vinyl footwear. Mandy found herself looking from the shoes to her coach and then back to the strange old man. “So what brand are they.” She finally said.
“Well, young lady, I’m so glad you asked. These are called BIM boots, they are made from extremely rare materials and are guaranteed to be the most comfortable apparel you’ve ever worn on your feet.” The man said taking a pair in each hand and holding them out to Mandy and Kim.
“I don’t know, I mean I’m here to get athletic shoes for my group. This doesn’t...” Kim said, stopping abruptly as her hand touched the material of the boots. A shock seemed to travel up her arm straight into her head. Instantly she found her headache gone. It was as if she’d never had it. Her mouth slacked open a little as she felt light-headed and dreamy.
Mandy had a similar look as she too now held the shoes in front of her, staring down at the bright pink shiny material. This was weird, she thought. And yet a little good maybe.
The man was grinning.
“Perhaps you should just try them on, see how they feel.” He said.
“Sure, try them on. Can’t hurt anything can it?” Kim said a little stiffly as she and then Mandy each loosened their own shoes and slid them off.
Kim gasped noticeably as she put first one foot and then the other into the boots. They fit perfectly and for some reason they felt like they belonged on her feet. It was hard to reason, she felt, trying to think clearly but continually getting that light-headed almost giddy sensation in her head. As she had her feet in both boots her mind started wandering. She found herself unknowingly twirling some of her long curly brown hair and for some reason instead of thinking about her long day and getting home early to try working on her taxes, she found herself thinking more about her body. She suddenly wanted to show off her tits, err chest, especially knowing that she could completely defeat Mandy in that department. Mandy had such young little tits, not even a C-cup. Kim shook her head. That was wrong, what was she thinking about.
Mandy was breathing in short quick breaths as her feet adjusted to the incredible feelings the boots gave her. Her posture slouched and for some reason she forgot all about being stuck in this stupid community track program. She suddenly found her thoughts shifting to boys, any boys, all boys, and just how she could have some fun and make the boys happy. Mandy closed her eyes. No, what was she thinking, she wasn’t like that. Her world had always centered around her. What did she care if boys were happy? Mandy opened her mouth a little as warm static electricity seemed to travel straight up her legs from the boots. Wow, she thought, these were nice.
The man watched their dazed expression knowing the boots were correcting their problems. These two were good. Now he had to quickly get back to Stan and Tony. “Ladies, why don’t you walk around a little, make sure everything feels right. I’m going to check on your friends.”
The man walked back towards the register. The two young men were just where he left them, idly looking at shoe after shoe, unsure of just why nothing seemed to be quite what they were looking for. “Hello,” The man said catching their attention. “Do you two need any help finding something.”
Stan glanced at the man and over at Tony. “Yeah, I guess little boy over here needs to know where the kiddy section is.” Tony just glared.
“Why don’t I help you out first, come with me.” The man said turning and leaving the aisle without even checking to see whether Stan followed.
Stan found himself going with the man even though he wasn’t completely sure why. Just as long as he got some shoes and got out of here. He was tired of putting up with this group and Coach Kim certainly didn’t provide any motivation. It was clear to him that she was only coaching them because she got paid, otherwise she got nothing from the experience.
“I think these are what you need.” The man said shoving a pair of shoes in Stan’s hands.
Stan hardly had a moment to even look at the shoes before he felt his thoughts change. He felt confidence, not just confidence he figured but leadership, yes definitely leadership. As he held onto the shoes that he now noticed were hiking boots, he felt a sudden sense of pride at having authority. It wasn’t completely over-powering his slacker who-cares attitude but it was clearly there. He shook his head a little, taking a better look at the shoes.
“I don’t know man,” He said feeling the soft black suede material and taking in the bright copper accents around the laces. “These aren’t really athletic shoes, they’re more for hiking aren’t they.
The man rubbed his hands together giving just a hint of a smile. “Why those are absolutely what you need. Those shoes say you’re a man, a leader, ready to blaze new trails and while willing to take what you want from life, always taking others needs into consideration as well. Try them on, see if you understand what I mean.”
Stan thought a moment, the feelings still surging into his brain as the smooth suede felt great. He slowly sat down on a small stool and removed first one and then the other of his generic sneakers. “Okay, I’ll see what the big deal is.”
In moments Stan was sitting there with both hiking boots laced up. He felt amazing, it seemed as if these boots were made for him. He suddenly had all kinds of thoughts about being a leader, not just telling people what to do, but inspiring them to do it. He had ideas just bubbling about his track team and especially Coach Kim. He knew he could give her the performance she needed. The man smiled realizing this one had been easy.
“Walk around some, break them in.” The man said.
Stan got up and began walking down the aisle. He glanced around and caught sight of Kim and Mandy. What were they wearing? he thought.
Kim and Mandy had been quick to rise and walk around after the man left. These boots felt so unbelievable. Kim felt very strange though, almost as if a part of her was vanishing with every step. She suddenly couldn’t remember her social security number, then she had trouble remembering her phone number. Her head was feeling lighter than ever and Mandy seemed to be in the same boat. In no time Kim had led Mandy to the small aisle with athletic apparel. She was looking more on Mandy as a little sister she could coach and train to be a good girl.
“Like, you know what. You’d be totally cute in this.” Kim said, her voice a bubbly memory of what it previously had been.
Mandy twirled her blonde hair as she looked to what Kim was holding up. It appeared to be a mini skirt with a frilly ruffle at the edges. She smiled and even found herself licking her lips. “Oh wow, you are like totally right.” she said grabbing the mini.
Mandy dropped her jeans and squeezed into the too-small mini skirt. Her legs looked fantastic she thought, looking beneath the small frilly edge of the skirt. A devilish thought occurred to the young teen. Her legs would look even better wrapped around a young stud while he screwed her brains out. She looked up at Kim who watched happily.
“You know Coach Kim, you should totally tie off your blouse below those titties of yours. That would really make them stand out.” Mandy said.
Kim giggled a little and felt four years of higher education melt inside her head. “Oh my god, you’re right. Thank you sooo much.”
In moments she’d shucked her blouse and removed her bra, tossing it aside. Her amazing double D-cups bounced and jiggled as she put her blouse back on, heaving each tit into a side of her blouse and tying it off beneath. She now showed more cleavage than she ever remembered, not that she was remembering much. She was feeling giddy and slightly stupid. But it felt nice, she felt like this was a better Kim, a more fun Kim. She adjusted her skirt some to show more leg.
Kim heard a loud rip and looked over to Mandy. The sixteen year old girl had just torn a straight line down from the neck of her t-shirt, leaving a substantial amount of her young C-cups peeking over the top. “Now we both like totally look hot, right?”
“You know it girl.” Kim said giving air kisses as they each began parading down the aisle again.
Looking towards the register, Kim saw Stan watching. He seemed to have a look somewhere between astonishment and lust. She grinned and gave him a pouty look, licking her lips.
Stan felt his confidence and leadership urging him on as he approached his transformed coach. “Umm.. Wow Coach Kim, what happened to you?”
Kim saw Mandy preening at the back before a mirror and decided she should take this opportunity to make up with Stan for being a bad coach.
“You like, Stan? I like totally think this makes me a better coach don’t you?”
Stan only paid slight attention to the bubbly voice of his instructor and simply looked her up and down. From her bright smiling face surrounded by her long curly light brown hair down to her monstrous tits barely contained in her tied-off blouse to her skirt which he felt sure she’s rolled up some to show off more of her fantastic thirty year old legs, this didn’t look like the woman who’d given him such a hard time for not being motivated. “Sure, I think this look does you well.” He replied.
Kim licked her lips and teased her hair with one hand. She pressed up close to Stan and ran her other hand up and down his shoulder looking him in the eyes. “So Stan, do you think little ole me could do anything more to motivate you as a coach. I’d really like to make sure you get the most out of this community experience, hee hee” Kim said, her attempt at sounding serious very unsuccessful as she giggled and pressed even closer.
Stan looked down as his coach pressed her huge tits into his chest. As she talked and giggled, he saw one of her nipples slip from beneath the thin blouse and his eyes locked onto it. Damn, he thought, this was a real bimbo. She finished talking and his hormones along with his aggression was peaking.
“You know Coach Kim, I do think I know how you can motivate me.” Stan said taking a seat in a nearby chair out from the row of aisles.
Kim followed and stood bending over towards the boy. Her exposed nipple bounced just before his eyes and her entire rack settled into place as he stared. “Oh really, what would that be?” She asked.
Stan felt his blood pulse at this point. He remained seated but unzipped his pants and reached in freeing his extremely hard cock. It bounced slightly with his heartbeat as he looked up to his coach. “Coach Kim it would greatly help motivate me if you’d slip your slutty body down on this.”
Stan only saw a moment of hesitation from his coach. “Oh Stan, you know I’ll be glad to help you out. But please call me Kimmy”
Saying this Kim reached down and slid her panties down. Kicking them away, ironically towards the same pile of torn clothes she’d seen earlier, she licked her lips and gave her massive tits a hearty shake. This time both nipples appeared as well as a substantial portion of her jugs. “Like, here I come.” She said.
Kim straddled Stan and reached below her taking hold of his hard cock, gasping a little as she felt the size and heat of it. She lowered herself gently at first then simply sat right down, burying Stan to the hilt inside herself. “Ohh, yess, Oh like wow.” She moaned.
Stan grunted as his coach slammed her body down on his and he was presented with an eyeful of juicy tits. He instantly began slobbering and licking all over them, alternating from one to the other as Kim began bouncing up and down in his lap. The chair shook and there was the unmistakeable slapping of flesh sound as the more mature bimbo fucked herself harder and harder on her eighteen year old track student.
“Oh yes, Oh wow, oh fuck.” Kim grunted, struggling to maintain control as she thrashed about on Stan’s lap. Stan stopped slobbering all over Kim’s tits and reached up to completely free them from her loose blouse. As soon as he did, she began frantically bouncing and both tits jumped up and down, slapping lewdly into Stan’s chest.
“Oh, unghh, yeah you slut, come on fuck yourself stupid.” Stan shouted, reaching up and taking a massive tit in each hand. With each pump of Kim on his lap he began stretching and pulling on her nipples, grabbing them and biting them occasionally as the intensity increased.
“Oh, oh, oh yess, oh like totally fill me up.” Kim moaned slapping her hips up and down as she felt her own orgasm explode and knew Stan just had to be close behind. “Yes, you slut, come on take it all, unghh...” Stan announced as he felt the incredible rush of semen jetting out deep inside his new bimbo. He twitched some as he held tight to Kim’s hips and shot off a good two or three more loads inside her cunt.
“Yes, oh like wow. Oh that was amazing.” Kim said calming down but remaining firmly planted in Stan’s lap. “Like, so did that motivate you?”
Stan grinned and pulled one of her heavy tits back up to his face. “Sure did.” He said before filling his mouth with soft flesh.
The man smiled from the other end of the store. Those two worked out their differences, he thought. Looking down to the dark sneakers in his hands, he realized he just had one more pair to go.
“Here you go son.” He said walking back among the aisles to Tony who’d been so bored and mesmerized by all the shoes he could have sworn he heard some porno playing in the background. Tony looked at the man closely for the first time.
The man watched Tony eying him up. He knew what the young man was thinking. How was some old guy like this going to help him find shoes he liked? But the man knew Tony wouldn’t say anything. This was a kid who while rebellious and confrontational, was shy and quiet for the most part.
“Why do you think I’d like these, cause I’m some punk kid?” Tony said with only a hint of the attitude he really intended.
“Not at all, I simply thought you’d like how open and in charge these shoes would make you feel. You seem like a bright young guy who just needs to take life as he can and get whatever he wants. I only wish to help you out.” The man smiled as he spoke, trying to reassure Tony.
“I don’t know, I mean they look alright.” Tony finally said, studying the black sneakers with patches of suede and leather. They actually looked pretty cool, he thought, but didn’t really want to give the man that much credit.
“Come on, try them on. I bet they feel just right.” The man said setting the shoes down on a small bench.
“Okay I guess.” Tony said quietly taking a seat. He looked down and picked up one of the shoes. “Woah…” He said, mildly shocked as the strange leather on the shoe seemed to be unusually hot, almost heated from within.
For some reason Tony suddenly felt he had to try these shoes on. The man may be some old coot but these shoes felt perfect. He pulled both of his own shoes off without even undoing the laces and tossed them aside. First he put on one shoe, then the other, each time feeling that amazing heat spread slowly throughout his body.
“Damn,” He muttered, a little more loudly than he intended. “These are nice.”
The man calmly looked from Tony around the store. “Now don’t those just make you feel strong and in charge of the life around you. Why I bet if you stand up and walk around, you’ll find yourself realizing just how good they are.”
“Sure thing man.” Tony said in a surprisingly friendly yet-dominate voice. He stood and took first one step and then another, letting the heat inside his shoes melt into the rest of him. These were great shoes, he realized. He also realized he’d been looking at things wrong. Being on this community track team wasn’t so bad, he could think of a few positives. As he walked back towards the man, he suddenly remembered Mandy and her shrimp comment. He could definitely show her not all of him was small. He shook his head a little as strange and exciting ideas came to mind.
“How are they?” The man asked.
“Perfect, I actually think I’ll take them.” Tony answered confidently.
“Great,” The man said. “Why don’t you show them to your friends? I believe the young lady, Mandy, is right back there.” Saying this he gestured behind Tony down the long row at the back of the store.
Tony smiled and had a suddenly devilish vision of himself really putting Mandy in her place. “Right, I’ll go show Mandy.” He said.
Tony stumbled around the corner and looked to where Mandy still fluffed at her blonde hair in the floor-length mirror. Shit, he thought, what the hell was she wearing. She looked like some kind of stripper. His grin got wider. This was going to be fun.
“Looking fine there.” Tony said walking up.
She looked from the mirror to Tony and felt a tingle go through her stomach. Oh, wow, she thought, he’s cute.
“Like yeah, I’m hot aren’t I.” Mandy said, surprising Tony with the bubbly tone of her voice. She sounded just like some ditzy air-head he thought really looking her over.
Mandy smiled as Tony took in her young teen body. She was wearing pink vinyl boots that came up just below her knees and a tiny ruffled mini skirt that barely went below her panties. Her midriff was now bare as it appeared she’d ripped off the bottom three inches of her t-shirt. The top of the shirt was split down the middle showing off some very impressive cleavage. Her blonde hair bounced around her shoulders as she giggled.
“Damn, Mandy, What happened to you?” Tony said, keeping his eyes firmly planted on her chest as he spoke.
“I got me some new shoes, BIM boots, don’t you like them?” Mandy asked with a mock pout.
“Yeah, but the rest of you, I mean damn. I knew you had a decent pair but were you always that big?” Tony asked pointing to her jutting tits, swelling above her ripped shirt.
Mandy looked down questioningly. For some reason she didn’t fully understand the question. When was she different from this? “Like, I don’t know. Maybe I’m still developing. Gotta grow big to make all the boys happy.” She squeaked in a little girly voice. “Don’t you like em?”
Tony was feeling more and more horny just standing there in front of this teenage bimbo slut. He made sure to give her an answer she’d understand.
“These are pretty damn sweet.” He said reaching up and taking a handful of her left tit through her shirt. He squeezed and mashed at it, making sure she felt both pain and pleasure.
“Ooh, like wow, squeeze my titties, come on Tony squeeze em hard.” Mandy moaned, her balance a little off as Tony felt her up.
Tony leered, he just knew the little slut was his and he was going to enjoy using her. “Oh I’ll do whatever I want you slutty bitch.”
Tony pulled Mandy up against him. She was taller but not by as much as he’d thought before, now her tits were just barely above his chest as he leaned up kissing her roughly on the mouth, his hand tightening on her tits.
“mmmph oh yes, wow.” Mandy moaned as he released her and reached down to her t-shirt. Taking hold on either side where she’d already ripped it, Tony tore the rest of the shirt completely off the young teen girl letting her tits swell out into the open. Her bra, he noticed looked about ready to burst. These tits were definitely bigger, he thought. Still, who cares, he reasoned as he grabbed her bra and pulled. One tug was all it took as the fabric gave way and the bra sprung behind him onto the floor. Mandy’s full tits bounced into view.
“Now these are some sweet tits.” Tony said taking in the incredible view now before him.
Mandy stood there allowing her body to be evaluated and felt slightly dizzy but absolutely hot. “They’re like all yours.” She said, placing Tony’s hands on her nipples.
Tony brutally began massaging and stretching the fleshy tits his friend now seemed to possess. He stretched one nipple up to Mandy’s mouth and watched as she grinned like a whore and stuck her tongue out giving the nipple a quick lick. This girl was a complete slut, he thought happily.
“Like I can think of funner things to do Tony.” Mandy said.
Tony could too, he realized, his cock nearly causing him pain all cooped up in his pants. “Sure thing slut, I’m gonna fuck what little brains you still have out.”
“Goody oh goody, I’ve like never been fucked before.” Mandy announced clapping, wondering briefly why she’d gotten as old as sixteen without letting some boy fuck her stupid.
Tony realized he was going to fuck a virgin as he settled into full lust mode and simply grabbed Mandy by the hand leading her down an aisle. At the opposite end he found a small counter that would serve his needs perfectly.
“Here slut, bend over this.” He said forcing Mandy forward over the counter top, both of her swelling tits resting on the cold surface.
Reaching beneath her tiny mini-skirt Tony took hold and ripped her panties off throwing their remains aside as he quickly unbuckled his belt. His cock was practically pushing its own way out from his boxers as he helped it along and freed it completely.
“Oh yes, like come on, fuck me, please give me what I want.” Mandy cooed and gasped, her breathing growing shallow in her current position. Tony looked down at her inviting slim teen ass and her quivering legs. Her blonde hair was shaking slightly as she anticipated the severe fucking he was about to give her.
“I’m not gonna make this easy slut.” Tony said placing his cock at her entrance and taking hold of her hips. In one brutal stab he slammed deep inside her, tearing through any innocence she may have had and permanently branding her as the slutty teenage whore she had become.
“OHHH, oh shit, ohh damn, like wow...” Mandy cried out, her voice piercing the air as Tony pierced her. She felt sudden pain but also intense amazing pleasure.
Tony really began fucking the shit out of her, slamming his cock so deep inside her young belly he felt it might be crushed with how tight she was. He kept one hand on Mandy’s waist and moved the other around to grab a tight handful of what he now felt sure was a growing tit.
Mandy rhythmically tightened her muscles and shook her head back and forth sending her long locks right into Tony’s face, an act that only made him squeeze her tits harder and slam deeper inside her young inexperienced pussy. This was so fun, she thought through the haze of her mind, getting fucked was so much better than anything else.
“Who’s a shrimp now, huh bitch?” Tony shouted his hips a blur with just how hard he was fucking the girl.
“Oh, ohh yess, oh like not you, you’re not a shrimp at all, oh yesss, you’re like so biggg!” Mandy cried out orgasming continuously with the depraved slutty act she was now a part of. She felt eyes on her and caught sight of the shoe man watching. He was smiling, so she smiled back all the while Tony screwing her doggy style in such a public place only making her hotter.
“Oh get ready for your first load, you bimbo.” Tony said holding himself deep inside the young teen. “Yess, unghh.” He grunted his cock jumping only slightly in such a tight pussy.
“Oh yess, oh woww. ohh yes!” Mandy screamed, her entire body vibrating with lust as she felt Tony spraying what seemed like a quart of sperm deep inside her. She felt her belly twitch as it was filled and her tits, each now seeming as large as her head violently shook from side to side.
Tony withdrew from the little slut as soon as he assured himself he was done painting her insides white. This slutty bimbo knew how to take it, he thought as he closed his pants and gave her a nice stare. Mandy, the former bitch who for the past week had been treating him like some second-class citizen was now leaning forward over a counter, huge tits laying out in the open, her hair hanging in her face and her pussy packed with his cum. This whole team thing wasn’t a bad idea at all, although how she’d ever run track with titanic tits like those, he didn’t fully comprehend.
Mandy pulled herself fully to her feet and turned to give Tony a lurid smile. “Now like, that is what this little body is made for.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Tony said grabbing her ass and placing one hand on her massive tits. She was still breathing heavily and he felt her heart pumping with all the energy she had. “Come on slut let’s find the others.”
The man was already at the register smiling broadly as Tony escorted Mandy around from behind the last aisle onto the main floor where they stared momentarily shocked at Kim and Stan. Their former uptight coach was laying on her back in between two rows of chairs. Stan was on top of her thrusting his hard cock deep inside the woman. He was nearing his climax as he caught sight of Tony and Mandy. “Hey man, you put that bitch in her place?”
Tony was only quiet a moment, taking in the incredible rack of Coach Kim as she was drilled into the floor. “Absolutely, I got me a real piece of ass here. She knows her place.”
“Under him.” Mandy interrupted feeling proud that she knew the answer.
“Heh, yeah.” Stan said through grit teeth as he really began slapping into Kim.
Kim lay there looking at the three kids in her community track group. This was so hot, she thought. Mandy was a good little slut for Tony and she was a good little slut for Stan. He was fucking her to within an inch of her life but she’d never felt this good. Her tits seemed to have swelled some as she watched them bounced so far up she could practically lick her nipple with every thrust. She leaned back, her lightening brown curls spreading back over the carpet as Stan shouted out.
“Here’s some more filling, Kimmy.” Saying this Stan held firmly.
Kim felt completely stuffed as her body took everything Stan’s cock had to give her. She knew the best way to coach and inspire young people was to get down and dirty and provide the real motivation they needed, and other than maybe not knowing her address, she knew all was right with her world. She figured she could stay with Stan, he was such a cutie.
The man was beaming with pride as the four made their way to the register.
“I trust you all found everything.” He said.
Stan spoke up first. “You bet man, I think this should cover everything.” Stan took all the money from Kim’s purse and handed it over.
“This is an awesome store man,” Tony added as he shoveled as much of Mandy’s sixteen year old boobs inside an overly small t-shirt he’d found on a shelf. He had to make her presentable to get back out of the mall, he reasoned, hating to have to cover such delicious melons.
Kim giggled slightly as Stan manhandled her own tits, struggling to keep them covered as they left the store. Stan was already thinking of just how much fun he could have with his new thirty year old bimbo coach.
The man walked over and sighed slightly at the new pile of torn and discarded clothing on the floor. Oh well, he thought, there may be the occasional mess to clean but at least he had four more satisfied customers. This was turning into a real generous opening day. He checked his watch. Only 1:15. These last customers had taken a bit more time but he felt it was well worth it. They were now very happy and he did so appreciate good community service.