Alyssa's lecherous smile widened as the boys drew closer to her, their breaths as bated as hers and their hearts beating similarly as fast. She knew that she had been on their minds ever since she put down that challenge to win the Youth Baseball tournament, and when the shortstop hit a walk-off home run to win it all, she knew that the gilded trophy they were given was nothing more than just an added bonus.

So there she was, seated on the locker room bench and leaning back on its walls. Their prize. Oh, how Alyssa prided herself with how she managed to deceive her boys' parents! With a few friendly smiles and reassurances, none of those dumb, naïve mothers ever suspected that their sons were about to go home without their innocences intact.

The boys watched as Alyssa's hand wandered to the edges of her placket, their eyes widening with every pass her fingers made on her buttons. Alyssa loved this part—for too long she has held back by merely toying with them with her gentle touches and innocuously seductive coos, watching them squirm under her playful moves. But today, she'll have them all to herself, and finally push past that invisible boundary.

With a sly smirk, she skilfully flicked her topmost button out from its perch, the fabric containing her splitting open at the edges. Her hefty cleavage peeked at the eager, virginal youths, before her digits slowly travel downwards. A second button is freed from its constraints, and then a third and a fourth. Muffled gasps and nervous gulps escaped Alyssa's adolescent audience as her weighty breasts finally bursts into full, glorious view, elegantly wrapped in a special black laced bra to commemorate the occasion. By now, the young boys' pants were strained by the outlines of their arousals, and the team captain, the bravest and oldest of them all,