“Stop slouching, you look like an idiot when you slouch.” Allison said to her husband as they trudged through the mall. They’d just finished a light dinner and spent most of the time arguing about how her husband Greg really needed to stand up for himself more, get a backbone.
Greg looked down at his feet and sighed. “Yes dear, okay.” He said, straightening up as much as he could as they made their way through the evening crowds.
He’d been married for ten years now and most of that time was spent letting his wife run the household. She treated him like some kind of worker, and one she wasn’t too fond of most of the time. ‘Get this’, ‘Do that’. Those were words he heard most. He’d never been one to stand up for himself and although he was often tired of the tension in his marriage, he saw no other options than to just let his wife say what she wanted and try to make her happy.
“Greg, I want to go by the shoe store on the way out.” Allison said, checking her purse and giving her husband a sideways glare. He was a real catch, she thought sarcastically. She smirked that she’d really ever seen much in the man. He was good looking but he just had no confidence at all. She flipped back her silky dark hair and walked off in front of him. She’d seen the shoe store on the way in and figured ‘why not?’. They probably had something decent. Besides Greg owed her for the horrible dinner she had to sit through.
Saying nothing, Greg followed his wife and sighed. This was just another typical evening out for him. Nothing good ever came from spending time with his wife, at least not in recent years.
The man stood watching the two approach. He was just taking in their problems and needs when suddenly two girls came bounding down the mall, scurrying around the couple and heading his way. He hardly had a moment to even look at them much less assess any needs the teenagers might have.
“Hey mister.” The blonde girl said running up to the register. “Do you have any shoe laces. My little sister and I just wanted to get some shoe laces, ours broke.”
The man looked over the girl and her sister. She was cute, blonde hair hanging to the middle of her back, dressed as many teens seemed to these days. She wanted to show her body but still seem sweet. Looking to be around seventeen, her sister couldn’t have been but maybe a year younger and really didn’t fit the term ‘little sister’. She was almost exactly the same height and had the same cute face with bright green eyes. Her hair was curly and also blonde. Both girls appeared to not be winded at all by their sprint from the food court.
Smiling, the man pointed to a small rack not far from where they stood. “Yes, I’m sure you’ll find something on the accessory rack just over there.”
The older blonde teen smiled and ran over to the rack. Her sister followed and soon the girls were busily browsing the different colored laces. There were plenty to look through and as the man was just beginning to delve into their minds and understand their needs, Greg and Allison walked in.
“Excuse me, you.” Allison said bluntly. “I’m in need of some dress shoes. Tell me where they might be.” Greg simply stood back watching quietly.
The woman really was a demanding one, the man thought. He’d already realized the relationship these two had and fully sympathized with Greg. He didn’t deserve a wife like this. He needed some help, and Allison needed an attitude adjustment.
“Yes, right over there ma’am.” He said pointing to the third aisle.
As Allison walked over to look at shoes, she shoved her purse in Greg’s hands and pointed to the chairs. Meekly he went and took a seat, staring at the floor. Looking towards the husband, the man knew exactly what he needed and went back to the first aisle and grabbed a pair of men’s boots, dark and yet soft. As he made his way back up to the front he noticed the girls standing at the register.
“So did you two find what you needed?” The man asked, looking over the two bubbly teens as they held out the two packs of laces they’d chosen.
“Sure did, thanks. So were supposed to meet our parents in twenty minutes down at the food court. Could we pay now?” the older girl, Kristen the man now knew, said.
He looked down at the two pairs of laces and realized what the girls had inadvertently chosen. These were serious purchases. Looking up to Kristen and her younger sister Hannah, the man gave a quick read, taking in how they would react to the pink and green laces they had decided on.
“Is everything okay mister?” Hannah asked smiling at him, but giving her sister a confused look.
“Yes, everything is fine.” The man said understanding that they would end up okay. “That will be six dollars even.”
Kristen pulled out six ones and tossed them at the man, not even waiting for the receipt as she grabbed her sister and they both ran out of the store, skipping their way back towards the food court.
Closing the register and noting the sales, the man saw Greg sitting silently as his wife appeared to be getting frustrated on the third aisle. Now to take care of him, the man thought.
Greg was deep in thought as the man walked over. He kept going over all the stuff his wife had lectured him on doing earlier. He needed to clean the garage, do the laundry, fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom, and according to Allison, do a better job of cleaning up around the house. He sighed.
“Can I interest you in a pair of shoes sir?” The man said holding out the boots he’d picked up.
With a clear expression of confusion at being addressed in such a respectful manner, Greg stared blankly at the man for several seconds. “Um, no thanks.” He finally mumbled.
The man smiled and glanced over at Allison, still getting stressed by her futile search for the dress shoes she wanted. “Are you sure sir, you may as well try these on? I think you might like them.”
Noticing his wife wasn’t any closer to finding what she wanted, Greg gave the boots a serious look. They were much bolder than anything he’d ever tried on before. In his mind they almost looked like motorcycle boots, the kind of shoes a tough guy would wear, and he didn’t feel tough. Reaching out he let one hand rest on the boots, his mind reeling as he became very dizzy.
“Oh...” He said a little startled, the man pushing the boots slightly towards him. “Okay, I guess.” Greg finished, taking the boots in his hands as he felt a wave of tingles flow up his arm. The material of the boots felt fantastic, smooth and soft but very durable. He dropped the shoes beside his feet and immediately unlaced the loafers he was wearing.
As Greg began to slip on the boots, the man made his way over to Allison who looked visibly upset at this point. She was staring down the aisle as he tapped her on the shoulder.
“Are you having some trouble finding what you’re looking for.” The man asked, forcing a pleasant smile.
“Yes, Yes I am. You just don’t seem to have what I wanted. This is very discouraging.” Allison said, acting as though this were somehow his fault.
The man smiled and looked at the shoes in this aisle, then peering down at her feet spoke up. “I believe I know the problem. Trust me, I’m good with shoes. Why don’t you have a seat out with your husband and I’ll be right back? I think I know just what you need, it’s in the stock room.”
Greg was feeling on top of the world as Allison walked out. He’d never felt shoes like these. They made him feel like his life was good, like every problem he’d ever had was a thing of the past. He actually smiled when his wife sat down next to him.
“What are you so happy about?” Allison asked grumpily as she gave her goofy husband a quick glance.
“Just really liking my new shoes, honey.” Greg said smiling and appreciating how attractive his wife was. He looked her over and imagined ripping off the thin blouse she was wearing. He could just see himself groping her large tits as he pulled her tightly to him and kissed her as he never had before.
Allison looked from his strange stare down to the dark boots he now was wearing. That wasn’t like him, she thought. Since they’d been married, she had always picked out everything he wore and those certainly weren’t the kind of shoes Greg wore.
“Greg, I don’t think I like those boots. Take them off.” Allison said.
Greg was lost in her eyes, enjoying her lovely face and wondering what that face would look like sucking his cock. He could just see that beautiful pale skin covered in cum, the sticky sperm just dribbling from her hair and pooling around her eyes.
Deciding to repeat herself, Allison was interrupted by the reappearance of the man from the stock room. He was carrying a large box, much bigger than she would have expected her dress shoes to come in.
“Here you go, I think these should fit you perfectly.” The man said laying the box down at her side.
Allison took one look at the label on the box and knew there must be some mistake. In very stylized lettering, the title ‘Roboots’ was written. These were boots, not dress shoes.
“I don’t think these are right.” She said, her voice a bit lighter than usual.
The man smiled and reached down opening the box. “I think these will be great for you. Why don’t you just try them on, see how they look?”
As Greg continued to leer over his wife’s every curve, Allison looked into the box and studied every contour of the tall boots she found there. The shoes were silver and very high. They would easily reach up to her knees. She had never worn anything like these. They looked like something a go go dancer would wear, or some kind of stripper. Without even realizing she was doing so, Allison leaned forward and reached one hand down to the shiny silver material.
“Oh wow.” Allison mumbled to herself as she felt how warm the boots were. They almost seemed to be heated from within and as she rubbed her hand all along their surface, she felt her mind becoming dreamy. “These do seem very nice.” She said, her voice very loose and quiet.
Beside her Greg had noticed the boots and was already reaching down and lifting his wife’s closest foot up off the floor. Without fully understanding why she was doing it, Allison allowed her husband to remove the shoes from her feet and assisted him in sliding the tall boots onto her legs. The man stood back smiling as the woman leaned back listlessly in her chair.
Greg had never seen his wife look quite so hot as she did wearing these boots. Her thin blouse came down just above her knee-length skirt which rested right against the top of the tight silver boots. They fit her like a glove, and made her already sexy legs look even better. With no protest from Allison, Greg slid his hands over and cupped her tits, squeezing lightly as he ran his hands down over her smooth stomach. He stroked her body for the first time in a very long time, enjoying the warmth of her skin.
Allison simply leaned back, her mind fading into a cloud, as her husband publicly felt her up and fondled her body. She could feel the old Allison leaving and wondered how the new one would react to such an intimate act.
Seeing that everything appeared to be going just fine, the man approached and stood looking down at Greg and his wife. “I trust everything is fitting nicely?” He said, catching Greg’s attention.
Looking up with a strong and very confident grin, Greg continued groping his wife’s nearest tit as he answered the man. “Yes, I’d say these are perfect shoes.”
Chuckling the man realized Greg hadn’t even enjoyed the best part yet. “Sir, the boots your wife has are very special. I only had one pair in stock at the moment and they come with some exceptionally nice features. ”
Greg released Allison’s heavy tit from his grasp and looked to the man seriously for a moment. “Features? What kind of features?” He asked.
The man smiled and reached down inside the tissue paper of the large shoe box. He pulled up what appeared to be a small remote, shaped exactly like a shoehorn. There were several glowing buttons and a small LCD screen on the front.
“The features are activated with this. You simply make your selection on the screen and make sure your wife here is in range.” The man said, handing it to Greg.
The list of features on the screen was the strangest Greg had ever seen. He carefully looked it over and then glanced from Allison to the man. “These really work?” He asked.
Chuckling lightly, the man walked by Greg and sat down. “They certainly do. All you need to do is make your selection and point it at your wife.”
Greg couldn’t believe this. The thoughts flying through his brain were better than any crazy wet dream he’d ever had. This was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen and looking at Allison, he grinned knowing she would never again be the boss of him. Holding the small remote tightly, Greg turned to her.
“Allison honey, stand up.”
In a very stiff motion and with little change in her expression, Allison stood and stared straight ahead. Her entire body seemed rigid, only her breathing creating any movement.
Getting up and walking over so he stood opposite his wife, Greg looked down at the remote. The options were amazing he thought wanting to test several out immediately. “This sounds good.” He said, reading the title ‘Sexy Maid’ from the screen as he pressed the corresponding button.
There was a hissing of air like hydraulics as Allison seemed to shake and then her eyes opened wide. She felt the boots heating up and her entire body felt on fire. A pure chill of pleasure ran right up her spine as her pussy became wet.
Watching his wife, Greg was in awe of the transformation. First his wife’s long dark hair pulled itself up into a bun and then a cute little black and white cap appeared as if from nowhere. Next her blouse shrank and became more form-fitting, the color shifting to stark white with black accents. Her tits were lifted up and out from her body as a generous line of cleavage became visible at the top. Her knee-length skirt instantly drew up and became very lacy, revealing most of her thighs. In seconds Allison was the very picture of a sexy french maid. A small feather duster even appeared on her belt.
“How may I serve you master?” Allison asked, her voice having only the lightest hint of a french accent.
“Oh my god, This is great!” Greg said, looking from his sexy wife over to the man who simply nodded back.
Looking back at the remote, Greg scrolled through the options and saw another one he just had to try, similar to the first but with a nice twist. “I can’t believe this.” He said, reading the title ‘Sexy Milk Maid’. Pressing the button he watched Allison to see what would happen next.
This time the transformation was even quicker. Her hair instantly released from the bun and flowed down her shoulders. Allison moaned as she felt her chest tightening and leaned back on unsteady feet. She watched her husband’s hungry eyes as he ogled her body. Her skirt grew down to her ankles but became very pale white and silky, the material feeling exceptional on her very wet cunt.
Greg gasped as the final changes took place. Allison’s top now morphed into a blue and white tank top with very loose straps. Her tits inside seemed to swell and grow fuller until they tightened the top and bulged over into his view. Allison looked like the hottest farmer’s daughter he could imagine and his surprise was far from over.
“Would you like some milk master?” Allison said, her voice dripping with sexuality, as she reached up and pulled down both straps of her top.
Tugging loose the tank top, Allison allowed her huge melon-sized tits to fall out into view. She reached up and cupped both tits, smiling at her husband. Caressing the swollen nipples, Allison squeezed and sprayed an arcing burst of fresh milk across the floor right at Greg’s feet. She released her nipples still holding her tits out for his inspection and giggling lightly lifted one to her own lips and began licking it clean. Greg had never been as hard as he was just watching the former uptight wife behaving so slutty. Here she was standing there calling him master with her tits inflated and exposed and milk now dribbling from not only both nipples but her mouth as well.
The man smiled and got up walking back over to the register. He knew these two would be perfectly fine from now on.
Greg realized he needed to take care of the cock that was now struggling to escape his pants. Looking back down at the remote, he scrolled through several options before seeing just what he wanted. “I can’t wait to see this one.” He laughed, reading the title as he pressed the button, ‘Sexy Schoolgirl’.
Allison once again shook, her eyes dilated and her face blank as the milk instantly dried up but her tits remained as large as ever. Her top morphed into a tied off blouse, presenting both large jugs. Looking at her skirt, Greg watched it shorten dramatically, well up above her knees. It shifted from silk to a pleated plaid and presented her wide hips very invitingly. As a final touch, Allison’s long silky black hair pulled itself up into two tied off pigtails.
A part of Allison still remained deep inside but she liked to let that part rest while the new woman she was enjoyed herself. Looking right into her husband’s wide eyes, she licked her lips. “Hello master, would you like to fuck me now?”
Greg hadn’t moved as fast as he did next in the last fifteen years. In seconds he had crossed the distance and was already dropping his pants as Allison moaned. He grabbed her tightly around the shoulders and spun her around, knocking over a small shoe display as he shoved her forward onto a counter. He lifted her tiny skirt and found no panties but a dripping wet cunt and leaning back quickly rid himself of his own underwear.
“You little slut. I’m going to screw you all day and night from now on.” Greg said, reaching around to pull at her loose top. As her soft and enhanced tits fell out into his hands, Greg reared back and stabbed his cock deep into the buxom schoolgirl his wife had become.
“Oh Oh yess, Oh God, fuck me fuck me master, fuck me hard!” Allison screeched, her hips thrusting back at Greg as he drove into her. She’d never felt the pleasure she was feeling now as she served her master’s needs.
“Unghh.. you slut.” Greg called out as he let his hands release her bulging tits and fall to her wide hips. As he gripped them tight with white knuckles he slammed his dick deep inside her little cunt, enjoying the warmth and welcome feel of her muscles gripping him and pushing him towards a quick and brutal climax. He began ramming into her harder and harder, loving the slapping sounds her tits made as they bounced all over the place beneath her.
“Oh Oh yesss!” Allison screamed, her eyes closed tightly in orgasm as she felt her body clench harder than ever, trying to desperately milk her husband’s cock of all it’s juicy sperm. She couldn’t wait to feel it swimming inside her belly and bent over even more so he could really get deep inside her.
Pounding his wife harder than he’d ever even seen in some porn movie, Greg knew he couldn’t last long at this pace. He pulled her waist back up against his, his cock vanishing deep inside her, as he leaned in and whispered through her silky black hair. “Get ready to feel my cum, honey.”
Allison shrieked as she felt Greg’s cock expand deep inside her, her womb feeling painfully full of his meat as he grunted and began climaxing. His ejaculation seemed to go on for minutes as he pumped her belly full of his seed. Slowly after several minutes, Greg released her waist and slid his spent cock from her cunt. She leaned over the counter, breathing heavily, her little schoolgirl pig tails hanging beside her face.
Greg hadn’t felt this good in years. He’d been denied sex so much from his wife in recent years he began to wonder if he’d ever have some again. He tucked his cock back in his pants and refastened his belt as he looked over Allison. She was pulling herself to her feet, sperm just running down her thighs and into her tall silver boots. Turning to him she smiled, both tits heaving with her heavy breath. “Was that satisfactory master?” She said, her voice still oozing sex.
“Shit yeah.” Greg answered, his own breathing short and quick.
The man watched as the happy couple made their way to the register and he tallied up their total. Greg had allowed Allison to retie her blouse up under both massive tits and was keeping his eyes glued to her sexy body as he paid, taking the money from her purse.
“Thank you both for shopping here today.” The man said.
Greg smiled and only gave the man a casual glance as he led Allison to the door. Watching them leave, the man saw a thick trail of semen dribbling down into the silver boots. Laughing to himself he recalled how ‘roboots’ really required a lot of lubrication to maintain their full programming. That wouldn’t be a problem for Greg though, he thought. He seemed to enjoy providing the cute brunette with all the lubrication she wanted.
In the busy mall outside, the scraggly haired man at the sunglasses kiosk watched as Greg and Allison left the man’s store. Something was definitely going on, he thought, seeing a different woman leave than had entered. The husband looked no different, maybe more relaxed, but his wife was absolutely the opposite of the demure looking woman who had entered the store only ten minutes before. She was dressed like some schoolgirl slut and her tits looked to easily be three cup-sizes larger. He also noticed the strange silver boots that reached up above her knees. This was something he needed to report.
Picking up the phone next to his register, the guy dialed in a quick series of numbers. “Yes police,” He said nervously. “I think I’d like to report some strange activity.”
The happy couple Greg and Allison had become disappeared into the crowd, getting occasional stares as they made their way to the exits. In the food court another pair of customers were just finishing up replacing their broken shoe laces.
“Wow I feel strange.” Hannah said looking down at her pink laces and feeling slightly dizzy. Her feet felt tingly all of a sudden.
Across the small table from her, Kristen leaned back in her chair with her legs crossed, her bright green laces matching her tight little green skirt she’d worn.
“You’re probably hungry.” She replied. “We’re sitting here in a food court waiting for Mom and Dad to pick us up for dinner.”
Hannah simply shrugged and felt all floaty, her thoughts shifting from food to boys. She’d seen several cute looking guys in the mall today and looking around noticed there were at least a few seated at nearby tables. The girl twirled her fingers through her long curly blonde hair and giggled, smiling over at some college guys at a table just ten or twelve feet away.
Kristen was beginning to feel strange herself. She didn’t want to admit it to Hannah but as soon as she’d laced up her shoes, a lightheaded feeling swept over her. She looked around with slightly blurry eyes and shook her head, sending her smooth blonde locks flipping down into her face. As she brushed her hair aside, Kristen suddenly felt a warm sensation in her stomach. It slowly filled her entire body as she found herself thinking about money.
Money was nice, Kristen realized. It was green like her shoelaces and probably felt just as good to have. She leaned back and unknowingly arched her back, making her perky little tits plump out into her low top. It would be great to have some more money, she thought.
Across from her Hannah was now vacuously flirting with the college guys, both of which were looking nervously around and then back over at the underaged looking girl. She giggled and waved as she ran her fingers along her neckline, tugging her shirt down so more of her young body could be seen. Both guys seemed to be captivated by her cute little face as they watched her eyes dance around the food court, smiling dumbly. One of them nudged the other and shrugging they both stood and made their way towards the girls.
“Hi there ladies.” One of the boys said, his voice deep with maturity. “My name’s James, this is my buddy Cal. ”
Hannah giggled loudly and Kristen just looked blankly for several seconds at the two older guys. As Hannah did her best to present her youthful body for their appraising stares, she twirled her hair. “Like Hi there, I’m Hannah. This is my big sis Kristen. You guys’r hot.”
Hannah broke into a short giggling fit as she pushed back her chair from the table and made sure the guys could see how much of her teenage legs were visible beneath her frilly little skirt. They both gaped at her, their mouths slightly open that she was flirting so obviously. Kristen simply leaned back a little more in her chair and made sure the guys could see everything she had as well, most notably her more matured and fuller tits that pushed at her top, both nipples now clearly present.
In her mind, Kristen kept going back to money. She really liked it, mostly the color. She’d love to get more but her parents refused to let her get a job until she graduated. Looking around the large food court, Kristen realized all the others around her had money. If only they’d give her some. One of the guys sat down next to her and grinned.
“Hi I’m Cal. You are really hot, you know that?” The goofy college guy said, hoping he sounded like less of a geek than he felt.
Kristen smiled pleasantly and crossed her legs, ensuring he had a good view of her thighs as she displayed them. Reaching up she lightly cupped one of her tits without even thinking. Of course she was hot, Kristen thought. She was a hot little teen. If only there were money to be earned that way.
Across the table from her Hannah was now holding hands with James, his large frame leaning in close as he whispered something in her ear. The younger sister giggled and blushed as she leaned into him, allowing James to place his other hand right on her young chest. He groped and squeezed casually at her tits as the two of them began kissing and giving the surrounding people quite a public display of affection.
Kristen was getting turned on watching the action and for some reason she saw nothing wrong with her little sis being man-handled by some college guy. Smiling she turned to Cal who was staring at her with a wanting look. He appeared nervous as he lightly touched her shoulder. Reaching up and taking his hand in hers, Kristen licked her lips before lowering it to her chest, shoving his fingers into her warm flesh that was exposed above her top.
“Cool” Cal said quietly as he massaged her nearest tit lightly and slipped his fingers down her top, finding a hard little nipple. As he continued fondling her, Kristen looked across at her sister.
Hannah was now wrapping her arms around James, her face pressed tightly into his as they kissed openly. The college guy’s hands were wrapped around the young teenager, both hands sliding up beneath her shirt and stealthily finding her bra strap. In seconds he’d released the garment and leaned back breaking their kiss. Hannah looked around quickly and then reaching up under her shirt, quickly removed the bra and dropped it under the table. They went back to fooling around, James hands already under her shirt squeezing and pinching her supple mounds, as Kristen continued watching, her own tits being aggressively felt up by Cal.
“Wanna go somewhere more private?” Cal asked leaning in close.
For a second Kristen didn’t understand, her eyes glued to the increasing action across the table. Then she realized what the boy wanted. He wanted to get into her pants. Suddenly the thought of money, nice green money, floated back into her mind. She smiled wickedly as an idea struck her.
“Will you pay me?” She asked Cal, looking at him hopefully.
Cal was about as horny as he’d ever been and suddenly this girl had thrown him for a loop. Glancing around at the food court and then over at his buddy getting busy with the younger girl, he nodded. “Sure, How much do you want?”
Stretching in her seat and reaching up to lightly fondle her own tits, Kristen tossed back her blonde hair looking the boy in the eye. “How about twenty bucks?”
“Okay.” Cal said without hesitation. He reached quickly in his pocket and pulled out two tens, nervously shoving them across the table to Kristen. She looked at the money and shivered with how good it felt to have some. She just loved it so much, she thought. Slipping it inside her small purse, she grinned at Cal.
“Okay babe, why don’t we go to the restrooms?” She said.
Cal quickly got to his feet and tapped James on the shoulder. Reluctantly James separated his face from Hannah’s and looked up at him. “What?”
“Come on man, we’ll get in trouble out here.” Cal said.
Looking around and seeing all the people staring their way, James nodded and whispered something to Hannah. She giggled and smiled dumbly at him as they both stood and joined Kristen and Cal who were now making their way over to the small hallway leading into the public restrooms.
Luckily the hall was empty and dimly lighted as the two boys never even reached the restroom doors. Kristen first grabbed Cal by the shirt and pulled him into a small alcove, running her hands all over his chest as he leaned in to kiss her. She pulled back and glanced around to make sure nobody was watching. Pulling her shirt over her head she waisted little time in removing her bra and standing before the college guy topless. “You want some of this?” She asked.
Cal stared at the hot little teenager who seemed to be whoring around the mall this evening. She was cute and yet oh so dirty. Her expression was one of depraved pride as she looked at him, lightly fondling her own nipples. He’d never had a girl react this way and he sure as hell wasn’t going to miss out on all she offered.
“You’re damn right I do.” He said pressing her back into the wall and roughly groping her young tits as she reached down and loosened his pants.
Only a few feet away, Hannah was already dropping to all fours before James who had quickly removed her panties from beneath her cute little skirt. He never would have pegged this girl as a complete slut but she sure had him fooled. She really seemed to want it. Flipping her skirt up over her back, James stood there sliding his hand on his hard cock. He jacked it a few times as she giggled and looked back at him smiling.
“Can I play with that?” Hannah asked, her voice sweet and innocent as she watched James.
James got down behind the teen and rubbed her hips, loving the smooth pale flesh. “Baby, you can have it.” He said sliding it into her from behind. He gripped her hips roughly and crammed every last inch deep inside her feeling only slight resistance. She moaned and bit her lip as he penetrated her. Settling into a comfortable stance, James began humping into her, slicing his dick deep inside the young girl.
Back on the opposite side of the hall in the small alcove, Kristen was now facing the wall, Cal standing behind her running his hands up and down her body, taking time to pause and pinch her hard little nipples each time he passed over them. She tossed her blonde hair back into his face and squealed lightly as he stabbed his hard cock up inside her pussy.
“Oh OH yesss, Oh fuck me, come on fuck your money’s worth out of me.” She gasped. She clenched her muscles as he drove into her, slamming her small frame up against the cold wall, squishing her little tits up against the brick with every rapid lunge.
Cal grabbed Kristen’s hips and fucked her like an animal, sending his cock so far inside the girl he nearly lifted her off her feet. He’d never had a girl this hot before, and never in such a public place. The whole situation made him almost instantly ready to cum. He pounded the girl and loved her passionate cries.
On the floor James was jack-hammering into little Hannah, her teen body taking as much as he could give her. Her curly blonde hair bounced around her face as her tits jumped underneath. James massaged and caressed her thighs, jabbing his cock deep into her little cunt. He loved this. This was one horny little bimbo, he realized. She needed this as much as he wanted it.
“Oh Oh yes, Oh please, screw me, screw me harder!” Hannah moaned, her mind melting in pure pleasure.
James knew he couldn’t contain himself for long and began groaning as he reached underneath and pulled her back to him by her nipples. “Oh shit take it.” He shouted, hoping nobody out in the food court heard him. He stabbed his cock right up into her womb and held himself there, jerking somewhat as he unloaded tons of sperm deep inside her tight little body. He massaged her tits as he finally felt the last of it leave his body and slumped over her slender form.
Behind them an equally frantic Cal slammed his hips deep into Kristen, ensuring that the teenager felt every last bit of his cock as it slipped up into her belly. He gripped her around the waist pulling her to him as he felt his cock twitch and begin spraying inside her, filling the girl up until she overflowed with hot cum. Breathing heavily, both he and Kristen slowly relaxed against the dimly lit wall.
All four figures emerged from the hall looking slightly flushed and thoroughly tired. Kristen happily held her purse just knowing there was more money out there she could make, as her younger sister Hannah lightly touched her belly, enjoying the warm sensation of sperm inside her. The guys were quick to give them their numbers and take off, both still seeming nervous at being seen around the high school kids.
Crossing the food court, Kristen and Hannah found their parents waiting to pick them up. Both smiled happily and neither mom nor dad suspected anything was wrong. They took their two daughters out to eat dinner, both already having a pussy stuffed with cum and each girl eager for more.