Red Velvet
Electric_Ladyland
Summary:
An alternate universe America, where the milfs are stacked, the boys are hung, and the union of the two is perfectly normal.
Chapter 1: All American boy
Chapter Text
It was to the relief of the family inside the minivan that they passed by the sign to their new home. According to the sun bleached sign that greeted them, the town of 'Lush mounds' was 'The most American place on earth'. The smaller print revealed a population of 55,768. Classic small town America.
The driver, 43 year old Theodore Grant, leaned back to address his picturesque family. "Well gang, looks like the trips almost over!"
"Took long enough!" huffed Sally, his middle daughter. "Remind me again why we're even moving?"
"Now, now, dear" Hummed Jessica, the forty year old resident milf of the family. "Your father took the promotion to be general manager of this town's warehouse."
"Not a warehouse, darling. Its a Distribution center." Corrected the husband.
"hmph. Whatever." Icily replied his eldest daughter, Gwen.
"Don't be like that, Gwen! Think of all the new friends you can make!" Beamed Daisy, the youngest of the teenage daughters.
"What do you think, Antony dear?" Queried the mother to her youngest offspring.
"Its fine" responded the boy plainly.
The entire Grant family was the portrait of a typical American family, stuffed into the minivan. The breadwinner, Ted, was remarkable only in how unremarkable he was. He had a high enough paying job to provide for his large family, thus fulfilling his role. Born in the west coast, he had met his future wife when she applied for a secretary position at his company. It was a relationship of convenience and need, both able to supply what the other wanted.
Jessica was the typical stay at home mother. She wore her brunette hair in a bobby cut that had enough life and volume to flare out on both sides. No matter how much she styled her hair, a single lock always seemed to dangle over her delicate face, counterbalancing the beauty mark on the other side of her face. She looked radiant for her age, only showing the slightest hints of laugh lines and crows feet on her ultra feminine features. While most woman seemed to bloom and sag with age, Jessica had always been built different. What she lacked in pure milf-meat she made up for with firmness. She had been blessed with an hourglass figure that belonged on a fashion magazine cover. Narrow shoulders tapered into a thin waist only to surge outwards into child rearing hips. Despite breastfeeding all four of her children, her resplendent bosom didn't hang down her chest, instead staying aggressively perky and forward facing. Jessica figure was on full display underneath her plain white blouse tucked into a tight black leather skirt. As was typical for the true image of a proper wife, she was properly adorned with the requisite heavy makeup, pearl necklace, stockings, and high heels.
Her eldest daughter was Gwen, entering into both her senior year of high-school and her rebellious phase. She hid her face behind her long bangs and dark, heavy makeup. Puberty had hit her chest the hardest, leaving her with a humongous pair of teenage udders that would make even the most buxom, lactating milf jealous. She even had to get her bras custom made! So much of Gwen's body fat went into supporting these seventeen year old milk tanks that the rest of her body was almost starved for fat, leaving her with a very slim, pale figure. Further adding to Gwen's ghostly aesthetic was hear fashion sense, which veered into the gothic, with all black clothing, ripped jeans, heavy boots, and all sorts of leather braces.
Next up was Sally, the polar opposite of Gwen. A junior in high-school and a total diva of any teenager social circle. She simply had to wear all the most expensive, branded clothing so it could be captured in a selfie and posted online to flex on her peers. At her previous school she was on the cheer leading squad, and she had the figure to earn it. She had taken to dying her hair blonde, giving her an almost valley-girl, sixteen year old bimbo look. Lacking her elder sisters jugs, she instead was very bottom heavy, something made abundantly clear each time the wind blew up the miniskirt of her uniform. Her narrow waist surged into broad hips that signaled she would make a great mother in the future. It was as if gravity had forced all the fat off her chest and stomach and into her ass and thighs. Despite Sally's lean upper body, her ass was an explosion of supple teenage flesh. Her bountiful ass bounced and jiggled with each step her absurdly long, elegant legs took.
Daisy was the youngest daughter and cheeriest, just entering into her freshman year. She wore her dark hair in very cute twin-tails, with two lengths of hair framing each side of her apple-cheeked young face. Not endowed with her sisters disproportionate figures, she instead was a happy medium similar to her mother. Her fourteen year old frame was supple and tight, with not an ounce of flab or sag to it whatsoever. She wore a simple front tied blouse and cutoff jeans that showed off her slender, womanly legs.
Youngest of all was the precocious seven year old son, Antony. The age gap between him and his sisters was quite noticeable, meaning he didn't have all that much in common with them. While they all attended high-school, he was just into the second grade. Jessica doted on him with an almost worshipful reverence that far surpassed motherly love. Jessica nursed a secret belief that Antony was somehow blessed, a product far greater than the sum of his parents. As she had lovingly noted over and over, Antony seemed like he had stepped out of a renaissance painting, or was a Greek statue bequeathed with life. His features were almost perfect: large, beautiful eyes that emphasized his young age, almost like a real life shota from those Japanese cartoons! His dark hair naturally seemed as if it had been styled for a fashion shoot, no matter the time or place. His absurdly cute features were supported by a delicate jaw line, balancing upon a slender, swan like neck. His shoulders were narrow, not yet broadened by puberty, and his flat chest flowed downwards into a slender, firm waist. His tight hips were cushioned by a cute, bouncy boy-butt, crafted by hours of outdoor play. His entire body was flawlessly pristine, as if it was hewn of polished white marble.
Most importantly –and as Jessica had been sure to let every other mother at her son's previous elementary school know— Antony had by far the largest cock of any shota! It never ceased to amaze the milf just how hung her son was, measuring a stupendous sixteen inches when fully erect. Paired with his absurd length was the youth's equally absurd sex drive. The boy was almost constantly horny, needing his massive loads to be milked on an almost hourly basis, a duty Jessica fulfilled with motherly devotion. Looking in the rear view mirror, Jessica could see how Antony's gaze was listlessly directed out the window, head resting in his palm.
"And here we are" Called out Ted. "Take a look at your new home!"
The entire Grant family turned to look at their new abode. It looked ripped straight from the pages of a generic American lifestyle magazine, complete with the prerequisite smattering of shrubs out front, square lawn, and white picket fence. The house was boxy in the cape-cod style, two stories tall with an attached garage. The paint was a dull, sun-bleached white that now had an almost yellow hue to it. The mover's truck had already arrived, the workmen busy moving in the furniture. As the family got out to inspect their new dwelling, Antony instead noticed a small shape peeking around the fence. Noticing something had caught her sons attention, Jessica turned to look as well.
"Oh look Antony! The neighbours boy has come over to play!" smiled Jessica. "Why don't you go over and make a new friend!" She gave her son a little push towards the other child.
Antony sullenly walked over to greet this gawking figure. As he approached, the features of the boy came into focus. The child in question's head was covered in an explosion of corn yellow hair that almost seemed to defy gravity, spiking out in all directions. A loose navy blue tank top hung off the boys slim, athletic frame. Hints of boyish muscle bobbed underneath the silky, suntanned skin, hinting at a rough-n-tumble youth who spent most of his time outside. Further emphasizing his active lifestyle were the low hung drawstring khaki shorts that sagged off the child's narrow hips. Most conspicuous of all, however, was the obscene bulge in the child's shorts! It looked as if he had hid a football down the front of his khakis! The overtaxed fabric stretched to accommodate the mass beneath. The only thing that confirmed the authenticity of the mountain was how it pushed at his shorts so much they hung low, flashing his hairless pubic mound from which the wide base of his penis was visible!
Unbeknownst to the onlooking adults, a youthful power-play was in full effect between these two new acquaintances. As Antony approached this new child, he knew he couldn't show any signs of weakness or intimidation. Sauntering non-chalantly, Antony stared at the new youth's ridiculous bulge until he was certain of one thing: He was packing even more obscene boy meat! He stopped, mere inches away, the two kids staring intently at each other. Their eyes darted from each others gaze down to their shorts and back again. They shifted their hips as if rival gunslingers, subtly flexing their buttocks and pressing their cocks forward. Whoever backed down first was the loser.
Antony thrust his own absurd over-stuffed shorts towards the blonde boy; eyes transfixed as their mountains of boy-meat collided. Antony remained intently stone faced as the other child began to grow flustered and flushed. Unable to maintain composure, the neighbourhood boy began to pant and moan. Eventually the blonde boy withdrew his hips while averting his gaze. His look of defeat was soon replaced with an idiotic grin that radiated pure himbo energy. "Heya! My name's James! Lets be friends!" he shouted eagerly.
With the grace of Caesar accepting Vercingetorix's weapons, Antony merely nodded. "Sure. Cool. My name's Antony. Antony Grant." James leaned to the side, looking past James. The boy's already idiotic grin transformed into a slutty look of wanton lust.
"Is that like, your mom? Mhg! Fuck, she's so hot! Can I fuck her?" James's face flushed with arousal and he began to wiggle his hips back and forth, miming the hot child-on-adult-woman fuck session already playing out in his head.
Antony couldn't just let this slide. This was the first challenge to his asserted dominance over James. "Hmph. Only If I get to fuck your mom first, dude."
James didn't even slow down the thrusting of his hips to answer. "yeah, no problem! My mom's a total slut, she fucks whoever I tell her to like a good bitch!" Matching his obscene words and gestures, the bulge in his shorts was starting to take a more definitive form: a little boy with a big hard-on! "C'mon, I'll show you my place!"
The two apple-cheeked youngsters crossed over the insipid, bland suburban lawns as Antony was led into the young James's Idyllic, white-picket-fence American home. Upon opening the door, James casually bellowed out "Hey mom, come here! My friend wants to fuck you!"
A squeal of delight resounded through the house, accompanied by the distinct sounds of high heels on a hardwood floor. The first thing that swung around the corner were a pair of massive mammaries, followed indecently by the body they were attached to as if by mere afterthought. There simply was no understating how stupendously gigantic James's mother's fat milk-tanks were! Barely contained in a low cut red polka-dot dress, they almost seemed to hide her entire torso behind them. They sagged with such delicious weight almost down to her hips, it was a wonder how her back managed! spilling out of the hem of the milf's struggling gown were two cereal-bowl sized burgundy areolae. Two stiff forward facing nipples tented her dress. The rest of the woman's body seemed to exist only as a support system for the two giant orbs of milf meat.
"Well dear, isn't your little friend just the cutest!" Cooed a warm voice. "What's your name, darling?"
Finally tearing his gaze away from the mommy milkers, Antony could see James's mother was in fact a very beautiful lady. Blonde clearly ran in the family, as long luscious locks of gold framed her feminine features. The Hair was packed into an overflowing bun, with one side falling loose down the side of her face. Her age only seemed to enhance her looks. Crows feet flowed from her seductive eyes. Faint laugh lines ran from her button nose to overly plump lips. All of her features were painted on a delicate, fair skinned complexion. "My name's Antony. I just moved in next door!" Said Antony in a casual tone.
"Yeah, yeah, enough with the chit chat. Mom, you're gonna suck this fucking cock!" Barked James, reaching around to grab Antony's shorts. In one swift motion, James yanked them down to Antony's ankles. Finally free of its denim prison, Antony's pre-teen cock practically uncoiled, slapping against the inside of his slender thighs with a weighty WHUMP!
What James had freed was a marvel to behold! Though Antony was a little boy, what he had between his legs was anything but little. Sprouting from the youth's perfectly hairless mons pubis hung nine inches of pristine little boy cock. Delightfully pink and smooth as polished marble, it flowed down into an almost aggressively rimmed fat mushroom head capped off with a cute ring of foreskin. Most inconceivable of all, however, was that it was growing larger! In clockwork increments, it pulsed upwards, away from the boy's pale knees! With each throbbing pulse the little boy's cock became more and more engorged, becoming somehow even girthier and longer! Eventually is stood a proud sixteen bitch breaking inches, thick as a coke can. It radiated an almost ethereal beauty that seemed unreal, as if it was too perfect for this world. The member seemed as if it should adorn a pedophilic pagan fertility idol, chiselled to perfection by master craftsmen!
"Damn, dude! Nice cock!" commented a blushing James. "Heh, you're in luck! My mom is a total size queen pedo-whore!"
"Oh my god..." Swooned the shotacon mouth agape "My, what a well endowed little boy you are!" Impulsively, the milf knelt down infront of the giant juvenile penis, filled with a powerful, motherly instinct to lavish and indulgence. Lovingly, the pedophile thirty-something milf began to loudly plant wet sloppy kisses upon the underside of the turgid seven year old member. Her deep crimson lipstick began smearing onto the young boys shaft.
Antony, for is part, while normally a composed child, couldn't help but cut loose. His usual dignified countenance melted into one of pure boy-whore desire. He lustily grabbed two handfuls of the shotacon milf's lustrous hair and moved her mouth to hover directly in-front of his engorged, oozing cock head. Barely giving the slut time to prepare her poor throat, Antony rammed himself into the mature woman's wet mouth-pussy, eliciting a high pitched moan of boyish delight! Antony had no choice but to let his face contort into an undignified juvenile ahegao. He tensed his cute boy-butt, driving his rock hard member down the milf's throat! "Mhg, Fuck dude! Your mom's a total pro at sucking down boy-cock." panted Antony, "She's like, totally devouring my dick like a fucking slut!"
"Well, who do you think trained her so well?" Boasted James, eagerly watching as his new-found friend face fucked his own mother. "Here watch this! She can take you all the way to the base!" James grabbed the back of his mother's head and began pushing her towards the hairless hips of the seven year old boy. Fighting his mother's natural gag reflex, inch after inch of shotacon size queen delight was pushed past the milf's fat cock-sucking lips, down her esophagus. Eventually, her fat lips were pressed against the silky smooth mons pubis of the child. "See? I told you!" Beamed James, slapping his mothers fat pawg ass.
Antony looked between his legs to see that James moms face was contorted into the nastiest, sluttiest look possible! He could feel the incredible vacuum seal around his cock as the slut tried her best to please him. She gagged and spluttered, spit coloured red by her lipstick ran down onto her chest in thick foamy rivers. The slut had gone cross-eyed, tears welling and her thickly applied makeup was running down her face. Antony had never met another woman besides his own mother can could take his entire length down her throat! "Fuck dude, your mom looks so retarded right now! I love the face pedo-milf sluts make when they gag on my fat cock!" Moaned the seven year old boy.
As if trying his best to be a good host, James began pumping his mother's head back and forth! He savagely pushed his own flesh and blood to and fro, forcing the willing slut to pleasure the entire sixteen inches of wrist thick boy-meat clogging her air-hole. As her son pumped her back and forth, the milf let out such disgusting, wet gagging sounds! Owg! Bwog! Glurk! Her already stupid face was now almost unrecognizably ahegao'd! "Getting close to cumming yet, dude?" Queried the youngster as he ground his crotch against his mothers side-boob.
"Yeah dude-fuck- I'm getting close!" Antony let out a high pitched, almost girly pant between each word. "Fuck, keep going! I'm almost there!"
James dutifully picked up the pace, relentlessly slamming his mother against the boys hips as if he was trying to smash her face in! Each brutal motion elicited a disgusting gurgle from the milf and lewd mewl from the shota. With a thrust as powerful as the childs hips could deliver, Antony pushed himself over the edge.
"NHG! FUCK! CUMMING! Cumming! I'm cumming cummingcummingcumming~" Antony's words soon turned to gibberish as he chanted them over and over. Powerful shakes racked his whole youthful frame as his orgasm rocked his body. Standing on his tippy-toes, clenching his boyish bubble butt, he pumped his hairless hips as he fired his blasts of seven year old sperm down the mature women's throat-pussy. The sounds of his cock deluging such powerful blasts were almost audible as they echoed out from the milf's neck. SPLURT! PLRT! Each blast from the boy's flaring piss-slit was pumped directly into the mother's stomach as if it was a cum-dump. After a stomach churning thirty seconds, Antony withdrew his hips, instinctively wanting to mark his territory. James watched as his friends sixteen inch cock fired its last salvo of thick ropes all over his mother's slutty face, totally bukkake'ing the bitch! Her aheghao'ing face was turned into a jackson pollock painting of glistening, criss-crossing strands. Her corn-yellow hair had been inundated with the mess, running over her eyes, dripping down her chin into her heaving cleavage. Antony's sperm was thick like molasses, dripping down the pedo-whore with delightful languidity.
"Holy fuck dude! You just totally blasted my mom! Nhg She looks so sexy!" James moaned, wiggling his tight hips. "Hey, why don't I show you around town?" Now distracting by the brutal throat fuck he had just witnessed, the himbo shota had forgotten all about the deal he had struck with his new friend. Now he just wanted to hang out.
"Mhf. Sounds good dude, let me just get my bike from the movers" panted Antony, exhausted by the burden he had loosened all over the pedo-whores face. His once fearsome member, now drained, returned to merely swinging down by his knees. He quickly yanked up his shorts before turning to the nearby door. The two boys hadn't even taken off their shoes before the pedophilic perversion played out in the foyer. As the front door swung open, Jame's mother called out after the duo.
"James dear, please invite your little friend over all the time from now on" Purred the exhausted milf as she ran her fingers through the thick goo. "You're always welcome under my roof from now on, sugar"
Leaving behind the milf whore to clean up the spectacular mess, the two youths hopped in their bikes to explore the town.
Chapter 2: Friends will be friends
Summary:
Antony learns of new friends and new enemies.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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It was a beautiful, sunny morning in lushious mounds as two boys rode their bikes down the sidewalk. Each in the prime of their youth, the two shotas careened forward in a childish competition to see who was the fastest. Each boy pistoned their long, slender legs, powerfully driving them down against the pedals. Every downward thrust caused them to wave their pert, thinly clothed boy-butts side to side. At the same time, both shotas struggled to swing their huge boy-cocks around the jutting up bicycle seat. At last, panting, both kids slowed down, coming to a draw.
One was Antony Grant, whose family had just arrived this very day. The other was James Blewitt, who was showing his new friend around. Although the two had know each other for less than an hour, their friendship was already firmly established in the fashion only possible among kids. They passed by perfectly landscaped lawns and ticky-tacky suburban houses, waving to the occasional adult tending his yard. Almost as common as the sight of a man watering his lawn or washing his car, however, was the sight of an adult woman going down on a child less than half her age! Sometimes it was a mother and son lying on a picnic blanket, sometimes it was parked car bouncing up and down, and sometimes it was just passing teenage girls bent over against a tree for a random cutie that caught their eye. Most unbelievable of all, however, was how each boy involved in the pedophilic fuck-fest was hung! Even the shortest cutie was shoving at least six inches of delectable boy meat into his fully grown partner. No one even seemed to take notice of such a common, unremarkable event.
"Hey dude." Called James, coming to a halt. "We should stop by and grab my friend David. You'll like him. He's hung as fuck, too!"
"Haha, Sure thing dude!" Panted Antony, out of breathe from the duo's recent race.
The blonde shota lead the way, darting over roads without even looking both ways, until coming at last to the upper-class section of the suburbs, completely encircled by a tall hedge. They passed by the municipality's pristine sign, travelling down a main road flanked by towering birch trees. Each house they passed by was at least two stories with a massive lawn to boot. The people that lived here didn't bother maintaining the property by themselves. Instead, the kids cycle by the largely immigrant landscapers, stopping to gawk at any hot latina milfs who might be working in the hot sun.
At last James slowed to a stop in-front of a house with a massive maple tree in-front of it. The huge shadow cast by the tree covered almost the entire lawn. The house had its own traffic circle in the driveway and two brand new electric cars parked in-front. The house itself looked to be three stories tall and built at least a hundred years ago, giving it the look of a countryside mansion rather than a suburban home. Clearly James's friend's family was loaded. James ran the steps up to knock on the fancy door. The child was greeted by the boy's bespectacled, middle-aged father. "Oh James, hello again. He's just upstairs with Mayako right now."
The two darted inside, into the lavishly decorated foyer. The inside of the house was even nicer than the outside! Classical Japanese artworks covered the wall, with each table covered in various statues and trinkets. Clearly, the patriarch of the family had an interest in Asian culture, and had brought back many decorations from his trips, some clearly more august then others. The two boys stalked through the gigantic rooms, past the marble counter topped kitchen and pristine hardwood floors until coming to a grand staircase. Echoing from upstairs could be heard faint high-pitched moans. Following the moans, they at last got to an ornate wooden door, covered in posters warning off any who would enter. Thoughtlessly, James opened the door.
Inside was an absolute mess, with countless 'pedo-pop' collectibles thoughtlessly strewn about. Designer clothes were piled on top of the dressers and tables as if they had been there for days. The walls were covered in posters of anime, videogames, and lewd E-girls. The lights were off, the only illumination coming from lava lamps and neon anime girl displays. Two giant TV's hung on the wall, one displaying porn and the other the latest video game. Beneath the two screens sat every current and last gen video game console surrounded by game cases. Directly across from the TV was a queen sized bed, upon which lay two rather notable occupants. The first was an absolute stunner of an Asian woman, who just barely qualified as a milf, looking to be in her early thirties. She was little on the plush side, with pleasingly plump, meaty hips and thighs that ensured she had a huge milf bubble butt! Pressed flat against the bedsheets were two ample jugs that flooded out from under her slighty chubby midsection. Her long, dark hair was a mess, falling all over her heaving frame. Digging in to her buxom form was a tight, full body fishnet bodysuit. From each square section of the suit, plump womanly flesh burst out, protesting the merciless tough strings. A pink collar emblazoned with the word 'SHOTACON' was tightly clasped around her neck, a leather leash held aloft in the mouth of the considerably smaller form on-top of her. Above her, both in position and status was her son! Video game controller in hand, he pumped his hips into his mother, not even looking at her. With each downward thrust, the boy pushed the air out of the pedo-slut, causing her to squeal like a pig!
"Oh hey dude, what's up?" asked the boy, nonchalantly, letting the leash fall out of his mouth. "Wanna play some 'Whore Watch' with me?"
"Nah man, lets go outside." beamed James. "I'm showing my new friend around, come join us."
Without warning, the child rolled off his mother and walked over to the two boys at his door. Coming near the light of the hallway, Antony could at last get a good look at his new friend. The boy was slightly shorter than the two of them, with a lean, soft frame without any hint of boyish muscle. His hair was dark and shaggy, almost covering his dark ringed, slightly slanted eyes, belying his mixed heritage. The boy had the narrow shoulders and a rectangular torso typical of one yet to experience puberty. Not even the smallest hint of hair was visible anywhere beneath his jawline, making his skin almost glow with boyhood. His slender torso flawlessly flowed into his narrow legs which almost seemed to account for two thirds of his body. Most notable of all, however, was the huge erection the child was sporting. Still slick with his mother's love juices, the giant infantile member bobbed with each step, its absurd length making it sway with a weighty force. When the child's penis flipped up, it almost reached up to the boys cute stiffened nipples, easily measuring at over a foot in length. Nestled above the child's huge cock was his equally impressive plush pubis mons, which was so hairless it look more like polished ceramic than human flesh! Equally smooth and hairless were his grape-fruit sized balls resting below the obscene shaft in their taught, creaseless sack.
Antony Stepped forward, extending his hand. "Name's Antony. Any friend of James is a friend of mine."
As David reached to embrace the gesture, his girthy cock flopped down, resting on the huge bulge in the front of Antony's shorts. David's engorged mushroom head dug in against Antony's hairless mons pubis. Instinctively, both boys faces melted as they began to grind against each other. It was hard to tell which was more erogenous; the fat cock-head or the hairless pubis! A full ten seconds passed before both kids remembered that such a thing was, in-fact, kinda gay! The two shotas blushed but couldn't withdraw, each only wanting to pleasure themselves by any means necessary. Neither of them could resist their dopamine addictions! James silently watched as his two friends moaned, thrusting their hips against each other. They began to pant louder and grind harder, each nearing a climax. Antony managed to resist the overwhelming drive to pleasure himself, tearing free from the stimulation, his pubis now slick with David's pre-cum. David looked down blushing, accepting Antony's superior display of will power. The mixed heritage child bashfully sunk his hands down over his cock to hide his shame, accidently giving himself the little push that he needed.
"Nhg fuck, that pushed me over the edge!" mewled David, quickly turning to the exhausted woman prone on the bed. "Mom, get the fuck over here, I'm gonna cum!"
The milf eagerly obeyed, practically falling over herself as she eagerly scrambled into position. The boy's throbbing cock had already begun disgorging its thick syrupy contents from his twitching piss-slit all over the floor before she was able to pop the mushroom-head into her mouth. The two shotas watched as the thirteen inch boy cock visibly pulsed with each shot. David's mother was on her hands and knees, ducking between her sons legs, slurping down his piping hot loads of pre-pubscent little boy sperm! Each pulse of baby batter was accompanied by a throaty moan from the Asian shotacon. David's face melted into a look of pure bliss as his young mind was overwhelmed with dopamine. Each pulse caused his slim frame to shudder with pleasure, further melting his already retarded face. After pulsing at least fifteen times, his juvenile cock finally began to slacken, limply falling from his mothers loving lips and loudly smacking against his knee. The boy stepped over his mother as she licked the cum off the floor, calling to her without even facing the slut. "Mom, I'm heading out with my friends. Make sure you tidy up this mess!"
"Shouldn't you like, get dressed first?" Asked Antony, smirking.
"Oh shit, good point." Laughed David. "Just wait outside I'll be there in a sec."
The two boys descending back downstairs, past the father watching television. James leaned in close to Antony, whispering "Isn't Dave's mom hot as fuck? His dads like a wealthy real estate developer or something with yellow fever. He just went over to Japan and found a woman who wanted to live in America. She's practically a mail-order Asian bride!" The idea of woman as possessions appealed to the two sex-addicted children immensely.
Before long the two children lazing on the lawn were greeted by the garage door opening. They stopped idly rubbing their cocks through their shorts and hopped on their bikes to greet the new arrival. Out came David on his own bike, wearing a 'Fireball Z' t-shirt over a navy blue long sleeve shirt and slim jogger pants. Like all little boy's shirts, it was tailored to stop just above his hips, giving any passer-by a clear view of his hairless pubic mound. Likewise, his pants had been fitted with a giant pocket in the front to comfortably accommodate the giant boy-cock of any child wearing it.
"So, where should we go first?" asked Antony, eager to see more of his new home town.
"Lets go to main street, its not far from here" Decided James. "Besides, that's where all the cool stuff is!"
"Sounds good dude" agreed David.
The three shotas peeled off of the lawn, filled with the energy of children playing with their friends. Each of them competed to see who could lead the pack, with David quickly falling far behind. Clearly, the rich kid's inclination to indoor activities had left the child lacking in stamina. Both Antony and James decided to slow down so the gang could move together like proper friends.
Unceremoniously, the rows of houses suddenly came to a stop, replaced with commercial buildings lining the four lane central street. It seemed as if all the residential roads flowed towards main-street like one great river. The boys hopped off their bikes and began walking along the pavement. The sidewalk was packed with throngs of people of all ages. The women among the crowd all wore branded clothes that proudly declared their preference for little boy cocks. Among women, the most popular brand was the iconic 'Boy-toy', though various imitators echoing similar sentiments where everywhere. Likewise, the children's clothes all either endeavoured to show off the goods or declare their own boy-slut status. Only the teenage boys and adult males clothes were unaffected by such lewd branding, rendering them almost invisible in this shotacon obsessed world. Walking down the street, the trio were intersected by a milf stepping out to greet them.
"Well, arent you three just the cutest" Quipped the stacked, ginger predator, before throwing open her long coat to reveal her naked body, the words 'children only' painted above her hairy, dripping cunt. "How about a quick pump?"
"Hmph. No thanks. My mom is hotter than you, slut." Dismissed Antony. "C'mon guys, lets keep going." Without further ado the trio walked past the reject pedo-whore. Such was the way of things.
The addage 'sex sells' was overwhelming true among all the storefront advertising the children passed by. Each product was sold through the medium of pedophillia, regardless of how related sex was to the thing being sold. Billboards were all plastered with vivid displays of sex between little boys and adult women. A sign selling pancake mix depicted a milf in an apron getting ploughed at the breakfast table. The window of a children's karate dojo promised to increase a child's endurance for other applications. New age crystal shops appealed to bored housewives by promising to enhance their son's virility tenfold. TV's in the windows of electronic stores showed the newest episode of the smash-hit kid's show 'Shota rangers', featuring spandex clad cuties defeating hot evildoers by fucking the evil out of the busty sluts! The car lot advertised how much room was in the back seat for a quick mother-son love session while out shopping. The mattress store offered their display beds be used for a quick test drive. Video store windows were all plastered with posters advertising the latest blockbuster with some LA Hollywood '10' across from her considerably younger co-star. Tattoo parlours offered half off if the a shota picked the design for the prospective female customer. Stores selling sexy lingerie for women out to snag the cutest shota were everywhere. Although the men might be the breadwinners, it was certainly true that the women controlled the homestead, including the finance.
The three shotas didn't take much notice of the advertising, stopping only to stare at the odd especially attention grabbingly graphic display. Antony simply wanted to drink in all the sights of his new town. He would have a chance to visit the places later, but right now he just wanted to catch the vibes. Reverberating bass beats could be heard up ahead, causing David to lighten up immediately.
"Hng, fuck dudes! This is the arcade! It's got so many cool cabinets!" As David ran the boy turned back, trying to sell his partners on going in to spend all their pocket change. "And, uh, like, the sluts are super hot too!"
The dark haired boy ran ahead to the brightly coloured building, stopping at the giant television display. The massive HD-TV featured an athletic Asian woman in a blue cheong-sam dress bringing a hung shota to climax with her thicc, muscular thighs. David pressed himself against the window, straining to look in. Through the darkness and smoke, the flashes of neon lights illuminated the arcade's waitresses all cosplaying as various video game pedo-whores. It took a both Antony and James grabbing David to yank him away.
"Down that way towards the edge of town in the drive in movie theatre" Gestured David, still trying to sell his friends on settling down in-front of a screen. "We should like, totally go see the new 'Star Whores' movie."
"The alien sluts in those movies are always so sexy" Moaned James, pumping his hips at the thought of busty intergalactic bimbos. Movies had always appealed more than video-games to the athletic youngster.
"Maybe later, dude. I wanna keep exploring" decided Antony, putting an end to the discussion.
The boys resumed their walk, passing by two plainly dressed women on a street corner handing out pamphlets as a bored looking elderly gentleman sat on a bench. Next to them was a stand full of religious tracts. The top of the stand was a sign, depicting the second virgin birth. One of the women reached out to grab Jame's wrist.
"Tell me, little boy, do you go to church every Sunday?" She asked, planting a tract in his hand. "You should know to honour god through the flesh" Antony looked at the pamphlet, noting it was titled 'Pedophilia: The sinless lust' with a depiction of a cherubic angel descending from the clouds, a massive cock swinging between his graceful legs. Looking up at him with worshipful looks upon their faces was an array of women in ancient, middle eastern garb.
"My mom drags me to church, so I already know this stuff!" Antony said plainly. "Growing up was like, gods punishment to Adam, right?"
"Very good!" cooed the woman, reaching down to stroke the boy's massive bulge. "It seems like God blessed you with a very large penis! I'm sure you make good use of it like our prophet asks of us!"
"Well obviously" retorted an annoyed Antony. "I already know all this stuff!" He yanked his arm free, and gave the bitch a hearty slap across her ample jugs, much to her delight. Beside him, the other women passed out pamphlets to the passing men, the cover of which declared 'As god intended: a guide to coping post-puberty'. Bored by the frumpy religious display, the trio kept walking.
The boys passed by the strip-malls and chain stores, past the retail outlets and yuppy coffee shops. It was impossible to take more than a single step without being reminded of a young boy and grown woman fucking, be it from the actual act or a representation of it. They passed by a massive church that looked as if it had stood in the town since the 1800s. The church's lawn had a fountain statue of a massively hung, angelic shota, the water spouting from his engorged phallus. Not far off, the large church sign read 'Fathers: rejoice at the splendour of your son'. The boys passed by without taking much notice.
Leaving the area of densest development, the children once again had the room to hop on their bikes, re-entering the residential, suburban areas of the town. However, as the three moved deeper in the houses became slightly more rundown and shabby looking, even the grass seemingly becoming a more dull, gray-green colour. It was as if some force was draining the colour and life from the section of the town. Reaching an overgrown train-track, David slammed on the breaks of his bike.
"We should, like, turn back dude." He said in a worried voice. "Lets go get something to eat at Bunny-burger or Cunt-circus!"
Antony looked at the two boys confused, seeing James wore the same worried look as his friend. "Whats up with this part of town?" Asked Antony, curious as to what brought about this change in the two.
The two boys looked down at the ground. "This is like, Adonis's part of town. He's a total dick, you don't want to meet him." James said in a hushed tone, as if even speaking of this was risking the wrath of some powerful deity. "Just cause he's the most hung kid in town, he thinks he can treat everyone like trash."
"Yeah, c'mon dude" piped up David. "The pedo's at bunny-burger always look so hot in the costumes. Lets go now, I'll pay." He tugged on Antony's sleeve hurriedly.
Antony for his part just looked into the bleak part of town. The lawns were completely patchy and covered in junk, and many of the windows were boarded over. In one of the yards Antony could see a women, stripped naked, struggling to balance on a stack of old tires, an electrical cord wrapped around her neck and tied to a branch above her. It took all of the women's skill to maintain her balance. Before her, a gang of children had painted a target over her bruised womb, taking turns punching the poor woman; cackling with the cruelty only children are capable of. They were treating her uterus like a punching bag, trying to knock her off the tire. Such a sight was shocking to behold, Antony had never seen anything like it before, especially done so openly. He was deeply disgusted and angered at the sight.
"This kind of thing is normal in his part of town. Even the grown ups dont stop him." Murmed James, clearly just as disgusted as Antony. "Those kids are a part of his gang. You don't wanna mess with them."
Antony took a deep breath. Watching this injustice awoke a burning anger within him. His instincts didn't let him back down from a fight easily, and the fit boy felt confident he could win a fight with the bullying kids. However, Antony also didn't want to cause trouble for his new friends. If he was going to pick a fight, he would do so without dragging James and David into it. He let it go for now. Antony could sense conflict with this Adonis kid was inevitable, almost destined. The seven year old slowly turned back with his friends, and they biked off in search of a pedophile to fuck.
Notes:
I wanted this chapter to be more world building heavy. I'll get back to more fucking focused chapters in the future. Might also experiment with longer chapters too.
Chapter 3: Breakfast in America
Summary:
The first day of school is always exciting.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It was early morning and Jessica was already hard at work. It was going to be her beautiful baby boy's first day at school, and she wanted to make sure it started off right. Clad only in an 'I swallow' apron, garter belt, and stiletto highs, she was hard at work in the kitchen like a good mother. As a pancake fried away on the stove top, she was busy packing Antony's school lunch. While her husband only received the most token breakfast and work-lunch a stay-at-home-wife could make, she was busy making the most delicious sandwich she could for her beautiful baby boy. To the adoring mother, her beautiful baby boy's nutrition became almost as much as an obsession as worshipping his massive cock. She wanted her growing young boy to be as healthy as possible. Her progeny was constantly burning through energy, whether it be from hours of intense thrusting, his hyperactive sperm production, or just sweet and innocent childish play. As a result, the boys sexual appetite was matched only by his actual appetite. Jessica could swear she noticed her son's sperm was far, far thicker with a more distinct taste –that is to say, disgustingly salty and bitter— if he had been properly fed, even if only hours before. Thus, the pedo-milf constantly experimented with the boy's meals, trying to create the ultimate formula for the nastiest, saltiest, most pungent, ultra thick, super high volume loads! She wanted to make sure her darling boy's body had the all the resources it needed to maintain his ultra-hyper-charged, absurdly over-active sex drive. After all, as the saying went: Healthy boys were horny boys!
The slender milf hummed to herself while flipping over the pancakes, leaving her husband's eggs to sizzle away well past burnt. The radio played in the background, providing a pleasant background noise. The local radio station's gimmick was a woman narrator who had to talk despite her considerably younger co-host ploughing her pussy with all the force his tiny hips could muster! Jessica stopped to listen for a second, overhearing "Mph! According to the latest census data from the national board of pediatric doctors -OH FUCK- the rate of children exhibiting pre-pubescent fertility has risen to nine percent nation wide, the highest rate evERRR MHF GOD RIGHT THERE." In the background the studio mike could pick up the rhythmic sound of flesh colliding "Hear that, moms? Maybe you'll get lucky with your own little stud" cheerily piped the host.
Hearing this just put Jessica in the brightest mood she had been in for weeks. That the natural beauty of children had to be ruined by puberty in order for reproduction was a well known fact of both religion and biology. However, the growing trend of children developing their internal sexual characteristics without spoiling the divinely designed hairless beauty of youth was music to her ears. Jessica was no stranger to this trend however. Her own son was blessed with ultra thick sperm so fertile she could practically feel the sperm swimming through the thick goop. It was a struggle to find birth control strong enough to overcome the absurd impregnating power of the thick loads her son constantly pumped directly into the place he was created. To actually allow for conception to take place, however, was Jessica's beautiful son's call to make, not hers. A call the boy had little interest in making as of the moment. Jessica abided by Antony's authority over her womb, however much she wanted to have her son's baby. However, Jessica knew not all mothers were as lucky as her to begin with, and her son was very uniquely gifted with this blessing. Of course, the fact that it was so rare meant the boastful housewife could show off how hung and fertile her son was to the other seething, jealous stay at home moms. God, how she loved doing that.
While her husband dutifully provided for her and was a very nice person, Jessica personally hated sex with him. Sex with disgusting, fully grown adults was unbearable to the depraved pedo-milf, a totally ubiquitous viewpoint. She had never given him head or even a hand-job, only able to tolerate boring missionary for the purpose of procreation. The pedophile had tried again and again to get a shota of her very own, but after three daughters Jessica suffered from some serious burnout, fearing she would never be blessed with a son to pamper. Finally giving birth to her son Antony was so deeply fulfilling in a way that transcended words. Antony was everything to her, and she would do anything to make him happy! The radio announcers news spawned an idea withing her: that in the future, Men as breeders would become obsolete in the wave of fertile shotas. It sounded like Paradise to her.
The pedo-whore milf placed her family's breakfast onto the kitchen table, though it would be obvious to every would-be attendant who's meal received the most attention. Jessica was not good at hiding who her favourite kid was. Antony's place a the table was presented with a stack of pancakes dripping with syrup and berries, a nearly overflowing glass of fresh mango smoothy, slices of walnut bannana-bread smothered in butter, complimented by an impressive breakfast bowl of brown rice, egg, and avocado. She was salivating just imagining how good Antony's semen would taste after such a breakfast. Next most impressive was her daughters meals –Jessica wanted her daughters to be energetic in their hunts for boy-cocks, after all. Limping in last place was her husbands breakfast. Just because the man brought home the bacon didn't mean he dined on it.
Leaving the monument to the spoiling of her son, Jessica noticed it was time for her favourite child to get up. Legs slick, the whore went up the stairs, past the master bedroom. Let her husband be woken up by the alarm clock, she thought dismissively. She passed by her daughters rooms, each of their doors adorned with lurid posters of shota k-pop stars. The milf's path lead her straight to her darling son's room, whose door was already plastered with posters of the latest neon haired E-girl shotacon streamer, Bella Bunny. The adoring mother swung open the door to her son's room.
What greeted the milf's eyes was her seven year old son sleeping with the face of an angel. His form was twisted and contorted in the way only a sleeping kid overly full of energy could move. Most noteworthy of all, however, was the veritable mountain that had formed in his covers. It towered above the sleeping child like a pagan fertility obelisk in an open plain, practically casting a shadow down onto the boys beautiful face. Jessica reverently moved to her knees and pulled back the 'shota rangers' covers to witness her son's obscene morning glory.
As the pedophile milf dragged back the covers, her delicate nostrils were immediately assaulted by a putrid salty stench that made her eyes water and nose run. Between the boy's legs was a massive dark patch staining his bed-sheet. Thick globs of partially dissolved goo were still visible, so thick they hadn't fully soaked into the fabric. Laundry for Antony was already a task that occurred almost daily, as the boy constantly turned his shorts and underpants into stinky, sweaty, cum stained swamps, much to the pedophile mother's delight. The sheer volume reminded her of the pancake batter, filling the shotacon mother with pride. Despite the fact Jessica had milked Antony before bed, his over-active hairless balls were so full they had no choice but to make a massive night emission! Perhaps even twice, judging by the mess. Moreover, the fact that the sleeping angel nutted out enough baby batter to fill a measuring cup yet still had enough lust to leave him hard as iron by morning made the mother so proud! Jessica leaned down and began to slurp up the disgusting, sweat tinged remains of the 'accident' out of the sheets. It tasted even worse than his fresh cumshots, but that just made it even better to the depraved slut. The worse kiddie cum tasted, the more she loved it.
Emerging from the realm of sleep, Antony could feel something stimulating his crotch. Blinking his eyes, he looker down to see his whore mother swirling her fat tongue around his swollen cock-head, shapely knockers wrapped around his pristine shaft. His mother's swollen puffy areolae and stiff nipples were pressed against his engorged prick. The seven year old boy could feel the pedo-whore stroke his tender pubis, worshipping its pliant smoothness. Whether physical or mental, such a rubbing felt almost as good as having his cock-head stroked! Antony revelled his youth and thrust his hips forward, daring his mother to find even a single hair follicle. Such a task was delightfully impossible! Half awake, the shota's juvenile brain was already being assaulted with incredible pleasures, further warping it to seek instant gratification. Instinctively, the boy began to pump his hips, driving his aroused cockhead into his mothers eager mouth.
"Mhf, hey mom" He moaned, still half asleep. "Is it morning already?"
"Your breakfast is waiting for you downstairs" Purred the sultry slut. As the pedo-whore spoke she reached down to lovingly cradle the boys overstuffed balls."And it looks like you've been hard at work making mommy's breakfast. Goodness, they're soooo Heavy" Jessica could practically feel the sperm slosh around inside the smooth storage tanks as they bounced in her hand. Even this stimulation was enough to trigger a powerful discharge of pre-cum, a thick river making its way down the smooth member. The boy's cock instinctively wanted to ensure it could smoothly pound away at any hole available. However, in this instance the copious pre-cum only served as an appetizer for the kiddie-sperm addicted pedo-slut. Her appetite whetted, Jessica began to pump her firm breasts faster while increasing the suction of her lips. As the whore sucked, she swirled her wet tongue around the pulsing mushroom head filling her mouth, causing her son to let out a high pitched moan.
Now fully awake, Antony just laid back and enjoyed himself. No matter how many times his slutty mother woke him up this way, it never lost its touch. His mothers lavish attention sent bolts of pleasure coursing through his tiny frame, making his body writhe in uncontrollable ecstasy. The boy made no effort to keep his voice down, loudly letting out lewd, almost girly moans. The seven year old began thrusting his hips, grinding his shaft against the two orbs of overwhelming softness. Fuck, but it felt so damn good! His cock was so sensitive even the smallest stimulation seemed to be paid back tenfold! He could feel a deep burning build within his loins, begging to be let loose. As the shota neared climax, his moans became even more high pitched and lewd. The shocks running along his hairless body began to transform into searing lightning bolts as Antony could feel himself pushed over the edge.
Antony practically lifted his whole body off the bed as the pleasure of the orgasm washed over him. Shaking from head to toe, he struggled to keep his eyes focused enough to savour the sight of his loving pedo-mom aggressively gulping down his incestuous, ultra-thick sperm. He could feel his urethra struggle to accommodate the surging rush of semen, the passage forcibly stretching around the vast volume of his kiddie cum being sent up the pipes. Each throbbing expulsion of Antony's baby batter made the child's outer vision darken and mind go blank. After nearly 20 ball-churning pulses Antony felt the tide subside within himself. Panting, vision swimming, he looked down at the whorish spectacle he had made of the woman who birthed him.
"Sorry dear, but that was just too much for mommy to eat" Jessica moaned before letting out an undignified, almost lewd burp. "I think I managed to swallow most of my breakfast though". As she spoke she ran her fingers through the glistening strands running down her face and chest. It was thick enough that heavy ropes hung between her delicate fingers.
"Ew, god mom! Can't you remember to at least close the door?" Interrupted Gwen as she stood in the hallway, rubbing her eyes, clad only in a loose black tank top. "I don't want to see my bro's fucking donkey dick hose you down first thing in the morning. It's bad enough I have to live with the little fuck monkey" she whined.
Antony blushed at the fact his sister had seen such a lewd sight. It was only natural for his mom to take of his cock like a good mommy-slut, that's what they were for! but sisters? Sisters were off limits. Any good kid brother would try to hook them up with his friends, but that's where it ended. But Antony wasn't blushing because he didn't want his sisters to see such a disgusting sight. Indeed, Antony had been nursing quite the little boy-crush on all his shapely shotacon sisters! Instead, he merely recognized he had transgressed the social boundaries, and worried such a thing had damaged his secret, shameful aspirations. He meekly let out an abashed "Sorry Gwen…" while avoiding her disapproving gaze. If the boy had stared at her, perhaps he would have noticed the glistening slick trail running down her inner thigh...
"Now Antony, you should get downstairs while your breakfast is still warm." Cooed the boy's mother, not even taking notice of her daughters protest. "I need to stat waking your other sisters"
With that the boy was up and out of bed. Feeling casual, he put on a slim fit white t-shirt through which the boys cute areolae and nipples were practically visible! Since it was going to be his first day of school, he selected his favourite red jacket, which he looked absolutely adorable in! As far as pants were concerned, all of this lower garments had to be specially bought from stores tailored for 'gifted' children. He shoved his textbooks into his 'shota rangers' backpack and grabbed his handheld 'Kidcon'. Unfortunately, leaving all the getting ready for school to morning meant he was last in line to the washroom despite being woken up first. Like always, his sisters took forever in the bathroom, while he was in and out in a flash. Even though it was a new house, old habits persisted. The shota dashed down the stairs, each step sending his massive package bouncing with enough force to smack against his tiny frame, echoing a loud whump whump whump. Audible to everyone seated at the breakfast table. Throwing his back-back on the ground, the boy seated himself at the kitchen with the rest of the Grant family. This was their first shared breakfast in their new home. Antony just managed to catch the tail end of what his mother was saying to his dad. Theodore's face was obscured behind a newspaper, while Jessica's face still bore the glistening remains of her messy breakfast.
"...you should have seen the size of the stain he made, darling. And I had just milked him the night before. You should be proud to have fathered such a progeny!" The lurid words coming out of her mouth seemed an ill match with the beaming, prideful look on her face. It was as if she was talking about Antony's performance on a test, not the massive load of absurdly thick, nasty boy cum he spurted out all over the bed-sheets which she had lovingly slurped up. Her enthusiasm was not matched by her husband.
"So sport, ready for your first day of school?" Asked Ted, putting the newspaper down beside him, eager to be rid of his wife's pedophilic boasting. "I'm sure you'll do your old man proud!".
"Yeah its gonna be fun" piped the boy between shovelling down mouthfuls of his lavish breakfast. "I'm looking forward to seeing James and David at school already!" The boy said it with such childlike innocence it was hard to believe he had pumped his whore mother's stomach full of incestuous sperm not even ten minutes earlier.
"Ooh, is James the boy next door you met yesterday?" Swooned Sally, using her phone as a mirror as she tidied her hair. "That kid looked like such a snack, be sure to give him my number."
"You are such a slut!" Teased Gwen, nibbling on her breakfast. "You haven't even met the kid. He could be a total weirdo."
"Like you have any room to talk" giggled the cheerleader. "Gwen you fuck every little boy that isn't scared off by your gloomy ass."
"At least I don't worship every kid that measures over ten inches like a total size queen!" Fired back the goth shotacon.
"At least I have standards." Replied the bleach-blonde teenage bimbo. "You just get passed around like the town bicycle."
"Hey now, stop it you two" Piped up a quiet Daisy, upset by her sisters catty behaviour. "If he's Antony's friend he can't be that bad. Besides,I thought he looked rather cute" As she spoke the last part she blushed, looking over at Antony for backup.
"Thanks for getting them to stop fighting, sis" Beamed Antony in way that melted his fourteen year old sisters face. The power he had over her with just one cute smile was self evident, a power that had yet to be fully explored. Leaving his sister to melt, the young brother turned to address his other two sisters. "Yeah, I guess he's pretty hot. Sally, you would love him, he's super fucking hung. I'll pass on your number to him." The casualness of the conversations stood in stark contrast to the topic of discussion at the breakfast table. The two bickering sisters agreed to a truce and the family finished their meal in peace.
At last, Jessica stood up and sauntered over to her darling boy. "baby, I think it's time for you to be out the door" cooed Jessica, tussling the seven year old's luscious hair. "You don't want to be late for the bus!"
Antony slammed back the last of his mango smoothie and stood up, grabbing his backpack from off the floor. All of the Grant family made their way to the door to leave for their obligations. The High school was within walking distance for the daughters, who merely passed out the door without much fan fare. Jessica turned to her son who had just finished putting on his backpack. The pedophile milf pulled her beautiful baby boy into a loving embrace and the two began sloppily tongue kissing while the boy's father put on his shoes. The Man of the household received a pleasant little wave from his wife who didn't even turn to look at him, instead choosing to face his son to let him continue sucking on his moaning wife's tongue. The messy kissing lasted a full minute until a playful smack on the ass from Antony's pedophile mother sent the boy out the door with a smile on his face! The boy was exited to meet whatever surprises his new school threw at him. Almost instantly, the shota's phone vibrated. Looking down, The youth saw his insatiable mother had already sent him a picture of her wet pussy, lips spread, with the message 'cant wait until you get back from school'. It took all of the seven year old's will power to not run back in and fuck his mother like the pedophile cum-dump she was.
Antony cut across the lawn to Jame's house, only to be greeted by the sight of the boys milfy mother kissing her husband goodbye at the door while utterly drenched by a recent facial from her son. She hadn't bothered to tie her morning gown, flashing her swinging udders to the entire street. Seeing Antony, Mrs Blewitt pulled herself away, a lingering string of boy-sperm connecting the cheeks of the married couple.
"James hurry up, your lovely little friend his here" she said, waving coquettishly to the seven year old child like a harem whore waving to the sultan. Antony waved back, the memory of how good of a cocksucker James's mother was stirring his loins.
Almost hidden behind the absurd width of his mother's breeding hips came the sandy haired child with a vacant look on his face as if he was riding a post orgasm high. As the boy walked he rubbed his cock through his shorts, moaning softly to himself. As the boys met up they exchanged a quick flurry of good natured punches before setting off together.
"Hey dude, you know where to catch the school-bus?" Queried Antony.
"Ehehe…like, sure thing dude. Nnf, follow me" giggled the himbo. The two boys walked together past several streets, drinking in the picturesque American Morning scenery. Everywhere husbands were departing their pedophile wives with various degrees of enthusiasm. Not all men even received a sendoff, the sounds of mother-on-infant-son-fucking sailing out the windows and doors behind the leaving fathers. Antony couldn't help but get aroused feeling the envious gaze of the adults getting in their cars and heading off to work. Just because the boys took their youth for granted didn't mean the boys didn't enjoy rubbing it in the faces of those foolish enough to grow up. The duo paid no heed to the ticking clock on their own ticket to paradise. It is not the character of children to appreciate their youth while they have it. Eventually a small cluster of shotas waiting at a bus stop came into view. Morning bus-stops were notoriously abundant hunting grounds for pedo-whores on the prowl.
"So like, does David get a ride to school or something?" Antony asked his best friend.
"Nah dude, he goes to the, I think its called,Saint Harold's Observance Tutelage Academy or somethin'. His folks are rich." Replied the blonde boy, pulling out his phone to stare at a recent lewd photo send by his whore mother.
"Damn that sucks. I was looking forward to seeing him" Pouted Antony.
As Antony approached the bust stop the other children instinctively gave the boy room to himself. It was evident to the rest of the young boys that their own large-yet-comparatively-meagre packages of smooth boy meat simply couldn't compete with this new kid's obscene bulge of fuck-meat. Thus they had no choice but to submit and give him the highly prized first spot at the pole. Antony walked past the parting gathering of waiting children without missing a step, James following in his wake. The two boys took their spot and began browsing on their phones. Jamesscrolled through his 'thiccthot' feed, mindlessly swiping to lewd video clips, barely watching any one for more than a second or two. The attention span of dopamine fuelled kids was incredibly short, after all. Antony browsed the newest pictures David had sent of his own creampied mother until the bus came into view.
The two friends hopped on the bus and sat down next to each other. As the other children sat down, they immediately turned to one another, eager to discuss who had the hottest mom, which among them had the biggest cock, whose sister was the nastiest slut, or what E-girl had dropped the most depraved content on 'onlyforkids'. Antony was keen to notice the bus itself reeked of a stale, salty odour, with dark stains covering the worn seats and floor. The back of each bus seat was completely covered in lewd scribbles, the crude artwork of children blended with the most sordid sexual acts conceived of. The names and numbers of countless pedo-whores were graffitied everywhere.
"So dude, my sister, like, asked me to share her pics with you. She thinks your hot!" As Antony spoke he opened his phone up to the special pictures he had of his sister. Most teenage girl on pre-teen boy hookups were set up by brothers networking with their cute, hung friends. Thus, It was normal for sisters to give their young brothers a portfolio of the most shameless, ridiculously lewd, outrageously slutty selfies a thot could conceive of to pass around. Horny kids weren't interested in girls who played hard to get. As Antony showed the pictures to James, he couldn't help but admire just how much of an arousing, slutty spectacle Sally had made of herself. As Antony showed off the goods, the little brother couldnt help but get turned on himself. He would have ploughed her years ago if not for the stigma of brother-sister incest. Surely he didn't have a chance with her!
"Nhg, holy fuck dude! Your sister is, like, super fucking slutty! I totally wanna bang her!" moaned the child, grabbing the phone to better ogle the bleach blonde bimbo. "I'll add her on snapshota and start sexting her like today!" James was drooling at the prospect of banging his friends pedophile teenage sister.
"Dude, she's a total size queen, send her a pic of how fucking hung you are!" Boasted Antony, genuinely wanting his friend to get some of that ass. "She'll do anything you say once she gets a look at what you're packing dude! You wont be able to push her too far even if you try 'cuz she's totally hopeless when it comes to little kids with big dicks!" As the youngster spoke his friend was already busy stroking himself to full mast to make for the best dick pic possible.
"Mhf, dude, can you like, snap a pic of me?" Panted the blonde himbo, passing his phone over. Antony leaned back to fully capture just how much sublime boy-meat his friend was packing. As the camera focused, James peeled back his foreskin and pulled up his shirt to the collar bones, revealing his toned, slender torso. As the flash went off the boy put on a ridiculously lewd shota ahegao. Even Antony had to admit how much of a hot boy-whore James looked. Phone returned, the blonde gave himself the pre-requsite filters before sending the picture to the teenage girl.
The bus eventually came to a stop at its destination: The Luscious mounds public Elementary school. Elementary schools were the largest recipients of public funds by the mostly female stocked state board of education, under the stated belief that a solid foundation was the most important aspect of building an education. Furthermore, schools were gender segregated to prevent the male and female students from distracting each other. Elementary schools also had a strict all woman hiring policy, supposedly to create a more nurturing environment that would properly provide for the needs of the obscenely young students. As a result, despite the meagre pay, elementary school teacher was one of the top career aspirations of woman nationwide, alongside pediatric nurse and childcare worker.
As Antony walked out of the bus loop, he could see the money received was on full display. The school was a huge building that could accommodate close to a thousand young boys. The entire school was surrounded by massive grounds which contained three separate playgrounds, each dutifully looked over by the numerous shotacon volunteer playground monitors. There were massive accommodations for track and field, with dedicated pools, basketball courts, soccer and baseball fields. Antony looked at the massive parking-lot to see countless mothers pressed against the fence, simply ogling the veritable boy-buffet. Children bragged about how how hot their moms were just as the mothers boasted of their son's incredible size and stamina. Before he could go and make some new friends on the playground, however, the bell sounded, signalling the fun had ended.
As the morning bell rung out, the children all resentfully acknowledged the signal that school had begun. Sons pulled out of their mothers and children popped free of the pedophile playground monitors. Gradually, the kids all stopped playing outside and began to filter into the large building. Passing through the main entrance, Antony and James pushed through the swarms of their peers as they tried to make their way to the office. The office staff were almost exclusively woman veering on cougarhood, well fucked veterans of the elementary school system. Each of them wore a slutty combination of business attire and cheap stripper. Unbuttoned blouses putting cleavage on full display, pencil skirts or flowery one piece dresses with large bosom windows were the norm. James got the attention of one particular silver fox.
"Hey, so like, my friend is new here. What class is he gonna be in?"
"Well isn't your friend just the cutest. Whats your name, deary?" Asked the gilf in a tone dripping with barely restrained pedophilic desire. She was practically undressing the child with her eyes.
"Antony grant" replied the boy coolly.
The woman quickly began typing on her computer until she turned the Monitor to face Antony.
'Miss Taylor's second grade class. Room 2-15." She said, turning the monitor the face the duo.
"Dude, fuck yeah! you're in my class!" Beamed James, high-fiving his friend. "You're lucky because Miss Taylor is such a slut! C'mon lets go!" Antony followed after his friend as the pair raced down hallways and stairs. As the two best friends ran through the schools interiors, lewd high-pitched moans echoed out through the classrooms they passed like a non-stop little boy choir! At last James stopped before a bright blue door painted with the face of a smiling sun. A friendly sign indicated that all children were welcome inside.
Stepping inside, Antony was greeted by the colourful interior. The whole wall facing the door was covered in a mural explicitly detailing countless different sexual positions. Under each lewd depiction was a sheet of the students names with completion stickers next to them. The new student walked into the small alcove to put away his shoes and backpack, passing by a myriad of posters instructing the young boys on proper masturbation technique and the importance of regular orgasms, preferably into eager pedo-pussies. Medical diagrams adorned the walls, instructing the children in proper anatomical terms for genitals, alongside many lewd synonyms. Yet other posters showed a boy pumping a women in a public park captioned: Propositioned by a pedophile? Just say yes!" or "Boys: only play ball if there is grass on the field" with an X mark over a silhouetted shota and loli fucking. The Grant boy walked barefoot over the rainbow foam puzzle-piece tiled floor, taking the desk next to James.
The class was in a state of childish anarchy as the boys tried to extract the last moments of fun before their teacher came in. All the boys were occupied with either porn or video games, often both! Cameras flashed as elementary school kids took dick-pics to send to whatever new pedo-whore was hitting them up. Others simply rubbed themselves off viewing E-girl shotacon streamers, each thot competing to attract the biggest audience of horny young boys by being the dirtiest, nastiest kid fucking slut imaginable! All of this was forgotten, however, when the second bell rung and the teacher walked into class. Her arrival elicited a wanton moan of desire from every boy that laid eyes upon her. No wonder, either: She was smoking hot!
Miss Elizabeth Taylor was a stunning blonde bombshell of a woman looking to be in her late twenties. She had delicate, high cheekbones divided by a narrow, elegant nose. the teacher's large, thickly lashed eyes seemed highly alert, coming across as alert and predatory. The blonde's plump lips gleamed a bright crimson hue, with the rest of her highly feminine facial features equally covered by the heavy layer of makeup her profession expected her to wear. The pedophiles curly hair was cut into a perfectly styled bob-cut that stopped just below her delicate jawline. A long, swan-like neck flowed out from under the graceful chin only to be swallowed by a cozy, beige turtleneck sweater. As the teacher walked across the front of the class to the desk, it was clear that not only did the sweater fail to cover her pale back, but it barely covered the front either! A huge window of the sluts delicious shapely side offered a tantalizing gaze of her bra-less, firm side-boob. Each platform-heeled step she took cause her perky bosoms to sway with the reliability of a pendulum. From under her bosoms her waist tapered severely, giving her a figure that wouldn't look out of place painted on the side of an old fighter plane. What Mrs Taylor lacked in curves she made up for in tight, supple flesh. The shotacon teacher's picture-perfect hourglass figure was balanced on-top of two sleek, long legs covered in nylon stockings, held aloft by a garter belt that was visible where her absurdly tight pencil skirt stopped, barely even covering her cushioned ass! Miss Elizabeth took her place at the front of the room, enrapturing the attention of her child audience, no doubt aided by her slutty attire.
"Class is now in session, so I'm afraid I'll have to ask you all to put away your phones and porn, please." She said in an authoritative tone, causing an annoyed groan from her second grade class. They slowly complied until Mrs Taylor was the centre of their lustful attention. "Now, I understand we have a new student among us. Antony, would you like to introduce yourself to your new classmates?"
Antony stood up very casually, unphased by being the sudden centre of attention. "Hey, so my name is Antony Grant, I just moved here. I think it'll be cool to hang out with you all. Oh, and I prefer tits to ass!" his last comment drew a chuckle from the rest of the students. Such a matter was highly divisive topic amongst all children, after all. Without further ado, Antony returned to his seat, already having ingratiated himself to the class.
Pomp and circumstance complete, the teacher began her lesson. Turning and bending over to flash her bare, needy, hairy pussy, the teacher grabbed some chalk and started her lesson. She quickly penned several phrases in simple, giant block letters before turning to face the class.
"Now, can anyone read what I wrote on the board?" As she spoke she gestured at the simple phrase she had written down. The entire class feel silent, not daring to speak out in case they got the answer wrong. Each child read the sentence over in their head again and again, trying as hard as they could to decipher the difficult letters. Antony raised his hand, waiting for the teacher's permission to speak.
"I...love...uh...pussy?" He asked, shifting uncomfortably as he read aloud.
"Very good!" Cooed the teacher in a gentle voice that oozed approval. Swaying her hips with each step, the teacher strutted over to her overly young student. She sat down on the colourful plastic desk, Throwing a leg up over Antony's narrow shoulder. The seven year old boy was now close enough to notice this teacher had a barbell piercing through her clitoral hood! "This is called a 'Pussy', spelled 'P-U-S-S-Y. If you're going to text sluts you need to know how to spell it. Most children are tactile learners too. Go ahead and touch it." As the pedophile teacher spoke she reached down to spread her pink vulva as her oozing slit twitched inviting, practically begging the child to touch it. Antony reached out, gently petting it before quickly sinking his ring and middle finger knuckle deep, pumping in a 'come hither' motion. The hairy pedo-pussy practically sucked his fingers in, trapping them in in a tight, wet velvety vise. Antony could feel the whore's walls contract and throb around his small probing fingers. Even though the small child had in his short life already seen countless pussies, this experience did feel very educating to the seven year old boy!
"Class, can anyone think of any sentences that include the word pussy?" Asked the shotacon, trying to keep her voice steady despite the finger-fucking she was receiving. The hands of several cheerful young faces shot up. The pedo-whore pointed at an eager youngster.
"Pussies feel like real good!" He piped out in a cute high pitched voice.
"I love my moms pussy!" Quickly followed another kids voice.
"pedo-pussy is the best" squeaked another child.
"Uwoh, I, like, wanna fuck a pussy sho' bad~" moaned James through an aroused face, prompting a disapproving look from Miss Elizabeth.
"Tsk tsk, James. Its important to learn to enunciate properly. Go and write the proper sentence on the board".
Antony's partner in pedo-fucking complied, walking up to the chalkboard. Elizabeth Taylor drew her leg back off Antony with the grace of an exotic dancer and followed behind the boy. The entire class let out a lewd pant as their teacher swayed her ass with each exaggerated, high heeled step she took. As James grabbed some chalk off the tray, the pedo-whore teacher wrapped herself around the boy, her firm breasts hovering above the his blonde head. Hand quivering, James slowly wrote the sentence on the board. It was a childish mix of upper and lowercase letters, with some completely backwards. The himbo kid stepped away and turned to the teacher, seeking the approval of the shotacon.
"Very good James! You earned a reward!" She crooned in a breathy moan. Bending over low enough to come face-to-face with a child barely half her height, Miss Taylor began to sloppily tongue kiss the seven year old child, putting on a show for the whole class! James instinctively began to pump his hips, grinding his swelling erection against his teachers slender, nylon clad legs. The teacher delicately cupped her hands around the boys engorged cockhead, rubbing his most erogenous zone through his pants. Each fondle brought out a high pitched, almost girly pant from the blonde child as he pumped against her delicate fingers. "Are you alright? Does it hurt? Don't worry your teacher will take care of it for you" Elizabeth whispered into the child's ear, pulling down the waistband of the child's pre-cum stained shorts.
Now freed, Jame's cock forcefully sprung up, loudly smacking against his T-shirt. The grand reveal of his pristine boy-cock made the teachers face melt with morbid lust. Her moan was matched by the watching class who all began to prod and stroke their own burgeoning erections. Elizabeth pulled the boy into her curvaceous form in a motherly, comforting embrace. She pressed her firm, nylon clad legs together to create an inviting thigh-pussy for the child to fuck. James rammed himself in, his hairless hips loudly slapping against the teachers thighs as he pumped as hard as he could. The himbo child's cock was so long and engorged it came out the other end of the thighs, rubbing against his teacher's supple ass! As the child pumped away, Miss Elizabeth turned to the rest of the class as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring. With one hand resting on the boys head, the other pointed at the board with her yard stick. The teacher motioned to the different phrases she had chalked down minutes before.
"Now Class, can you all read along?" Asked the pedo-whore in a gentle tone. The teacher-slut carefully enunciated each word slowly, allowing the entire class to repeat after her in a high pitched chorus. She made the class read the sentence again and again, each time the voices of her class becoming more breathy and lust filled. All the while, Jame's pumping grew more and more urgent.
"Teacher! I'm cumming!" Moaned James, interrupting the lesson. Antony watched as the teacher quickly pulled away and grabbed her '#1 teacher' mug off her desk before aiming Jame's throbbing head at the cup. Jame's face melted into a look of pure bliss as his fourteen inch kiddie cock began unloading its thick molasses-like blasts of boy cum directly into the cup. Each pulse fired with so much force it splashed up onto the teachers slutty face, much to her delight. It was hard for Antony to decide who was putting on the better show: James blowing his load or the teach lustily accepting it! Antony's friend's whole lithe, supple frame was so slender and hairless, he couldn't help but appreciate how hot it looked! Antony watched as Jame's cat-like frame was wracked with trembles, each pulse making the whole kid shake like crazy as he stood up on the balls of his feet. Instinctively, Antony began rubbing his own turgid juvenile member watching his friend's beautiful boy cock discharge its massive steaming load. As this masturbation unfolded, many of the other students were filming this perfectly normal display between a pedophile teacher and her shota student to put it online among countless other similar videos. After at least a dozen massive pulses, Jame's cock began to slacken and fall limp to the boy's tanned knees.
Teasingly, Miss Elizabeth pointed at the next sentence she had wrote, loudly slurping from her mug overflowing with thick, nasty, salty little boy sperm. "Anyone care to try this next sentence?" As she spoke she gave Jame's boy-ass a playful slap, sending him back to his desk.
Emboldened, It was Antony who attempted to read the next, more complicated, phrase aloud. "The slutty elementary school teacher was gang-banged by her horny class!" With each word the child's face became more and more lewd.
"Oh my, what a random thing to write on the board!" teased the slutty teacher. "Silly me, there I go veering off lesson again. That sentence was way too hard" As she teased, the whore put extra emphasis into her last words.
"Uwoh, Teacher! I can't take it anymore! My dick is all hard!" shouted out a student.
"M-me to!" mewled another cute second grade student, standing up to reveal his stained, tented pants. Suddenly the entire class stood up, each child showing their own stiff mountains of boy-cock, precum creating massive dark patches on their pants. They moaned and swayed their hips, showing off how in need of release they were. Antony, nursing his own hard-on couldn't help but be caught up in the undignified, lewd fervour sweeping the class. Him and James stood up at the same time, showing off their own undignified erect boy-cocks.
"Ara ara" Cooed the pedophile, her voice dripping with desire. "That must hurt so much, all of your dicks sooo hard like that. There's no way you can concentrate on class like that. All I can do is take responsibility and let you blow your loads" She giggled, miming a jerk-off motion with her hands while thrusting her pussy forward. Within moments, the pedophile was surrounded by hot and needy children, all flashing their own naked, stiff boy-cocks with such desperate looks on their faces. "Now class, what have you all learned?" Asked Miss Elizabeth.
"Nhg! To like...share our toys." whined a student, already stroking his smooth young member.
"Good boy!" she moaned, submissively dropping to her knees. "So you boys all play nice and share your pedo-whore boy-toy!" As the last words left her plump lips her face twisted into a look of almost inhumanly depraved desire. The face of a pedophile woman about to gang-banged by a second grade of twenty-odd hung kids.
Within moments of her declaration, the frustrated children began venting their lust upon the supple form of their teacher. To the sick pedophile mind of Miss Elizabeth, moments like these were what teaching was all about. She wanted to create a warm, welcoming teaching environment where the children felt comfortable coming to her about whatever problems they had, especially if it was a burning need to unload their smooth hairless balls! The pedo-whore loved feeling so needed by her lovely students. Her obscenely young, pre-pubescent perfectly hairless shota students. Already their probing cocks were caressing her body, eager to extract every ounce of pleasure possible from every square inch of her bombshell body. Her breasts, her thighs, her torso, her armpits, all of it was just a tool for her students to pleasure their needy kiddie dicks. She quickly wrapped her delicate hands around the nearest two long smooth boy cocks and began stroking. Little boy cocks were so sensitive that even the slightest touch created such a huge reaction from the kid. Seeing the looks on the kids faces was almost better than the idea of her hands as sex toys for kids for Miss Elizabeth. The lewd wet slapping sound of foreskin being slammed closed over an overflowing piss-slit was music to the teachers ears. "Nhg! Wont some kid just jam his cock in my mouth already?" Whined the blonde shotacon bombshell.
Miss Taylor saw that though she was surrounded by horny second graders, the class had instinctively parted to give two particular students their due space. When a kid was faced with a boy sporting even more kid-cock, his only option was to either yield the best pedo fuck-hole or get put in their place. One was the rather dim but obscenely horny and hung James. His grades were the worst in the class, but his cock was one of the biggest in the whole school! The other was the new student, who, much to her delight, seemed to be packing an even more obscene mountain of boy-meat down his shorts! The two kids yanked down their shorts, freeing two massive swinging kiddy dicks! Miss Taylors jaw hung open at the beautiful sight of her two second grade students both hung like fucking horses! She could see both boy-cocks course with the vitality of youth, blood surging through the smooth, pristine breeding instruments. Her cunt went into overload at the thought of such monsters dominating her innermost chambers. Her pussy audibly sprayed at such thoughts, making a mess of the colourful foam classroom floor!
The two boys aggressively stared at each other, smashing their ultra-smooth hips against one another in an attempt to push the other away! Their tight boy hips ground together as their muscles tensed with effort. The back and forth shoving caused their absurdly long, slender boy cocks to wave through the air, wetly slapping against the polished marble smoothness of the other boys hairless hips!
"Nhg! Gross dude stop slapping me with your cock!" Whined Antony, pressing against his best friend's narrow hips.
"Mhf! No way dude! I like wanna totally fuck her mouth too!" Countered James, rubbing against the hot slender boy bod of his best friend.
Quelling disputes was one of a teachers most important jobs, and this was no exception. Miss Elizabeth loved to show to boys the joys of sharing! Lurching forward, she quickly gobbled up both boy cocks, stuffing her cheeks with the swollen mushroom heads of her the two most hung boys in the school. She could see the massive wave of pleasure wash over the boys as she stimulated their incredibly sensitive heads! Their shoving competition ceased, with the two boys now leaning against other for support! The pedophile teacher couldn't help but imagine how hot it would be if the two shota studs started making out!
Mhf…dude! I can totally feel your cock rubbing against mine!" Panted Antony. "This is kinda gay isnt it?"
"Hah…I dont care!" Moaned James. "I jus' wanna feel good!" as the child spoke he grinded his cock against his friends mushroom head, desperate for stimulation whatever the source.
Miss Elizabeth could feel the students pumping their hairless hips asymetrically, one boy pushing past her carefully aloft teeth as one boy pulled back to make room. Lips wrenched apart from two directions, a deluge of precum was overflowing from her mouth, mixing with saliva and flowing in lipstick tainted rivers onto her heaving, molested chest. Such a waste of perfectly good pre teen pre cum! Her barbell pierced tongue darted back and forth between the two engorged fat cockheads, trying to not pick favourites. As Elizabeth withstood this oral assault, she felt the two boys in her hands reach orgasm only to be swapped out for fresh boy cocks! The students were practically climbing over her sweaty body, searching for something good to rub their yearning pricks against. The burning in her loins was almost unbearable at this point. It felt so good to be so needed by her lovely students. This was what teaching was all about!
The pumping of the two besties grew faster and faster until Miss Elizabeth suddenly popped her succulent lips free of the two childish cocks, leaving the youths thrusting against the air. "I have a better idea for where you two can stick these things" She moaned, stroking the throbbing members. "Besides, if I'm to take care of the entire class I'll have to use everything at my disposal"
The slut quickly spun around, dropping to her hands and knees. She reached back to spread open her dripping snatch and winking asshole. Antony and James both looked to each other, grinning.
"MhF! Like, dibs on that fat ass!" panted James, still stroking his engorged juvenile penis.
"Sure thing dude!" nodded Antony. "I prefer the pussy anyway."
Before the teacher could beg her students to use her like the slut she was, her vulnerable mouth was rudely occupied by a cute horny kid. James kicked a leg up onto the teacher's lower back and guided himself into her relaxed rosebud. Simultaneously, Antony sat himself down, leaning back as he pressed his oozing cock-head against the moistened petals of his teacher's desperate womanhood. The two boys nodded at each other before pushing inside their child-cock addicted teacher-whore at the same time. Two giant rods of juvenile virility split open the bitch in one brutal, mind-blanking motion. Despite the shotacon's mouth full of cocks she mewled in sublime uninhibited pleasure at the double invasion of her womanly depths. She could feel her tender flesh absolutely stretch around such fat kid dicks! Before she could even catch her breath the two boys began thrusting, absolutely pounding away at her tight holes! Antony bounced on his cushioned boy butt driving upwards as his friend pumped downwards like a dog in heat, half lying on-top of her. Antony got a clear view of his hung, caked up friend demolishing that ass!
Antony was surprised that his teacher was able to take his cock so easily. But then again, he reckoned, she did have James in her class, so it wasn't too shocking her pussy was a good host to massive kiddie- dicks. As the child pushed deeper her tight canal peeled back his foreskin, exposing his hyper-sensitive cock-head to her every fold and crease. After what seemed an eternity of inching forward, Antony's throbbing urethra kissed his teachers womb. The hung shota-stud had buried all sixteen glorious inches of second grade cock inside his teacher's cervix! Without a moments rest, the Grant boy began pumping away. The horny kid felt his teacher's wet, spongey walls contract around his rock-hard member. It was clear her pussy trying its best to milk him. Each time Antony yanked back, his teacher's folds scraped against his hyper-sensitive rim, causing his face to melt and mind to go blank! Miss Taylor's fat meaty pussy jiggled each time the boy smashed his hairless hips into it, echoing out a delightful plapping sound. The students who had emptied their balls all over their teacher now gathered around, watching the show Antony and James were putting on.
"Holy fuck! You're fucking hung, new kid!" Called out a classmate, giving Antony a pat on the shoulder.
"Destroy that pedo's pussy!" encouraged another second grade student.
Antony could feel a powerful climax building within himself, begging to be unleashed inside the eager shotacon. As a total boy whore, Antony fucking loved cumming, and pussies were definitely the 'most-feel-goodest' place to empty his balls! Yet, almost like a king, the seven year old knew that who he chose to breed with was a special choice, reserved for only the most high-value pedo-sluts. Yet another voice argued within Antony, the romantic side of him, that wanted such a thing to be meaningful and special, reserved for the sluts he loved most! The two sides battled each other as he frantically worked to push himself over the edge. Meanwhile, James, unhindered by such a dilemma, simply began to empty his balls deep inside his teacher's well-used guts.
"Nhg! Fuck! I can feel your boy cock twitching! DO IT! CUM IN ME! I WANNA GET DUEL CREAMPIED BY SHOTAS!" Begged the teacher, her mouth finally free of its duty to pleasure kiddie cocks.
"Nyah~ Fucking Cumming~~" Wailed Antony With a cute as fuck moan, the shota yanked himself out of his teacher's begging pussy, just avoiding cumming inside. Balls twitching, The boy-stud began to unload all over his teachers slender thighs and hourglass hips, as well as the toned boy-butt of the himbo creampieing her doggy style! Powerful, thick ropes of obscenely thick child sperm, heavy with genetic material, exploded from Antony's flaring urethra in mind-wiping, body-quaking pulses. SPLLRTT! PLRT! SHPPRT! The kid's pert boy butt tensed with each expulsion as drool ran down his mouth. Each pulse made his smooth, hairless nuts visibly contract. The finger thick strands of white goo began to loudly fall upon the supple flesh of the adult woman and young boy indiscriminately.
"Mhf! Dude, what the fuck!" Cried out James, not even slowing his pace. "What the fuck are you doing?" Despite his protests, the boy was too enslaved by his own orgasm to even dare pull out. Already halfway into his powerful climax, James let his mind become as empty as his balls. The himbo squealed with pleasure as he pulsed thick child-sperm deep into his teacher's convulsing anus. Each discharge noisily spurted out from around the seal of the boy-cock, flooding down the teachers body and all over the foam puzzle-piece floor.
As the last powerful blasts of kiddie cum left his balls, James literally slid off his teacher, mind still totally awash with pleasure. Moaning like a bitch in heat, Miss Elizabeth Taylor quickly turned around and began slurping Antony's load off Jame's supple boy ass. "Mph, fuck kid! You just drenched your friend's ass like a good boy-whore" Each word was punctuated by a wet, messy slurping sound. "Thats some fucking yaoi shit right there! I love it!" Her clean-up duty almost turned into a lewd rim-job as she firmly planted her face between Jame's muscled, bouncy boy-ass to devour each spurt.
Despite his teacher's praise, Antony felt very embarrassed that he had been fuck-drunk enough to unload all over his friend like that. Such a thing was, after all, totally kinda gay! It felt as if he was no better than an animal in heat, mindlessly fucking on instinct and pleasure. He should know better than to just cum like that, right? Blushing intensely, Antony quickly pulled his shorts back on, eager to hide his shame. Likewise, he was glad his slutty teacher was getting rid of all the evidence of his slightly gay cumshot. Miss Elizabeth stood up, having thoroughly cleaned every inch of Jame's young boy-butt, leaving not a trace of the mess.
"Now class..." she giggled, running her fingers through her sperm drenched face, "I hope now that everyone's balls are good and empty we can resume the lesson"
Unceremoniously, the students began to return to their seats. Now that they would no longer be nagged by the lingering heaviness of their hairless balls, they would be able to study much more effectively! Antony helped the moaning James off the floor and the two returned to their desks.
Antony looked at the pathetic mess of his teacher as she stood before the class, attempting to resume her lesson. The entire class had used her to get off, and the evidence was all over her. From head to toe, from golden locks to her stiletto heels, she was utterly drenched in little boy cum. Typical for being blasted by boys yet to experience puberty, most of the loads were thin, semi-opaque fluid more akin to milky water. Only the loads spurted out by Antony and James clung to her in thick smearing ropes of obscene white boy jelly. Miss Elizabeth's once pristine hair now clung together as the slop ran down onto her pale face and dainty shoulders. Her makeup was a mess, totally smeared by the countless students that had used her mouth as a fuck-toy. The teacher's revealing beige sweater was now dark and wet with sweat and soaked in sperm. Yanked out from their meagre coverage, her well-fucked breasts were all reddened from the tugging, pinching and slapping they had endured. Likewise, her shapely rear and hourglass hips bore the red, telltale signs of childish play. Children were not known for being careful with their toys, after all. Indeed, most of the teachers snowy skin had become an inflamed red, covered in tiny red hand prints. What parts of her didn't bear such marks were instead merely coated with a slick film of pre-pubescent semen. An audible dripping sound echoed out through the whole classroom as the rivers of sperm ran down her entire womanly figure. To think such a figure was in fact an elementary school teacher who would instruct while so drenched would have been an absurd notion if it was not so common-place.
"Alright class, please bring out your textbooks." She moaned, wobbling on her high heels, still in recovery from the shota gang-banged she had just been subjected to. "Now that English lessons have finished, we need to get in our arithmetic before recess!"
Antony dutifully pulled out the appropriate textbook. He hadn't even reached recess and he was already loving his new school.
Notes:
Experimenting with longer chapters. Going forward I'll probably just settle on whatever feels like the right length for each chapters subject.
Chapter 4: Screaming for vengeance
Summary:
Antony finds out just how complicated school and relationships can get. Being a hung kid in a world full of horny shotacons isn't all sunshine and rainbows.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
When the recess bell finally rang, the fact the children had spent most of their class-time so far taking regular breaks to relieve their hairless nuts didn't seem to present an issue to the school system. Indeed, the regular creampieing of willing teachers was a well researched phenomenon by the 'Pediatric Excellence Developmental Organization'. The fact all the studies were performed by depraved woman addicted to fucking kiddie-cocks presented no conflict of interest, instead reflecting the earnest nature of professionals hard at work. Such research bore results: there was a well supported link between regular fucking of pedophiles and reduction in childhood anxiety and depression! Alongside such benefits, it was also understood by the sociologists of the school board that regular play intervals served a necessary function in the development of children. The reigning wisdom was that there would be plenty of time to learn mere facts once the children hit puberty. Right now, rather then memorizing trivia, school was focused on making young boys learned proper social behaviors, mental cognition, and stress management.
To that end, alongside the essentials taught by the students homeroom teachers, each student had a wide array of elective courses available to them. After all, it was clearly understood that when it came to subjects such as physical education, language and music, the sooner a child started the better. The earlier a seed was planted, the more time it had to blossom! Naturally, each topic would need to be taught by an expert of each field. By sheer accident this merely translated to giving the obscenely young students access to a wide selection of horny shotacon teachers. That the students chose subjects based on which teacher they wanted to fuck the most never seemed to make it to the ears of the administrators either.
Thus the fact that American school's consistently ranked among the lowest academic performers globally was nothing in the face of the growing spread of so called 'child first' education policies. Japan in particular had been the most eager adopter of American values, helping introduce the term 'shotacon' to the English vernacular. But then, all this lay in the mysterious realm of the 'adult world' to the unknowing youngsters.
At last set free by the bell, Antony and James were the first out of their desks, eager to cut loose and have some fun. Class time was boring learning, but the bell meant freedom! They jammed their lunch-bags back into their backpacks –both boys mothers had of course left lewd messages for them in the bags— and grabbed their 'Kidcon' handhelds. Not even ten seconds had passed and the duo were out the door, eager to make the most of their free hour.
James was the first to make it outside, pushing past the throngs of kids yearning to breathe in the freedom of the outdoor air. Antony followed shortly behind. The blonde himbo was already grabbing a soccer ball from the toy bin. Grinning ear to ear, the shota motioned towards the far sports field, and the two were off. James sent the soccer ball flying as the two ran, turning it into a race of who could get the ball first. What followed were two kids basking in the vitality of their youth. The friends kicked the ball back and forth, running two and fro, working their limber bodies as hard as they could. James kicked the ball as hard as he could, sending it flying way over Antony's head.
As Antony ran to recover the ball, it came to a stop under the foot of a shota. The kid leaned down to pick up the ball just as James caught up next to James. He looked to be a lithe kid, nothing but lean supple muscle hovering underneath his smooth, youthful skin. Two baleful eyes shone with cruelty beneath his thick dark brown hair. Out from his loose basketball shorts exploded a massive bulge of boy-cock that the waistband struggled to contain. This newcomer was standing at the head of three other shotas who bore sneering grins on their faces. The lot of them seemed to be in the third or perhaps even fourth grade.
"That's our ball." plainly declared Antony.
"It's our ball now, faggot" said the boy at the head of the pack. Antony looked to see his friend nervously avoid eye contact. "James, why didn't you tell us you had a new friend?"
"Just leave me alone, Ian" Peeped out James, almost hiding behind Antony.
"What are you gonna do? Go crying to the playground monitor again like a retard?" Taunted the hazel haired bully. "Why don't you do that again, that would be so funny!" The rest of his boys all laughed as if it was the funniest thing ever.
"Just give us back the ball" Repeated Antony, standing firm.
"You seem like a cool dude. Why don't you stop hanging with the retard and come with us instead?" asked the bully. "Only a fag hangs with a fag, y'know? You want everyone to think you're a loser too?"
The head kid, Ian, stepped forward, his forehead inches away from Antony's. Antony met in kind, slamming his forehead against the other boy. A pushing match began as both kids leaned forward, feet sliding on the grass as the battle ensued. As this pushing match unfolded, the two stared each other down, searching for weakness. Starting to slide back, Ian gave Antony a shove backwards before proudly strutting in-front of his goons.
"Finally! A kid with some balls!" As he said that, Ian slammed his hand into Antony's crotch, grabbing a handful of obscene boy meat. Antony stilled his immediate reaction, remaining stone faced as his cock and balls were fondled by the bully. Ian's face began to become flushed as he kept squeezing the monster kiddie dick. "Fuck, you're packing, aintcha? Why you wasting time with the loser who should be in a shortbus? It's a shame James's giant cock was wasted on a fucking retard like him!"
"Don't talk that way about my friend." Uttered Antony, slamming his palm into the mountain of kid cock hiding under Ian's shorts. The two kids began to rub and fondle through the fabric, searching for weakness in the other's eyes. "Besides, you're the faggot. You're the one enjoying this!"
"Am not!" Blurted out Ian, thrusting his crotch against Antony's hand to demonstrate his lack of fear. Antony began to ran his hand along the shaft through the kids shorts.
"Are too! You're even getting hard right now like a gay bitch!" Retorted Antony, palming the head of the kids cock. Ian's breathing began short and strained as the child struggled to keep from moaning. Pre-cum began to seep into the basketball shorts and smear on Antony's hand. Neither willing to back down, the arms race escalated as neither boy wanted to be shown up. Both Ian's boys and James were transfixed on this contest, silently begging for a favourable outcome. James was glad Antony was busy staring at the bully, that way his friend wouldn't notice James's own growing erection! The two kids began to fondle more intently, more vigorously. Both mountains of boy cock began to awake and protrude forward from all the stimulation.
"Prove your not gay. Pull down your pants and lets see if you're hard right now!" Taunted Antony, Slapping the clearly defined shape of the kid's erect cock. "I can feel how hard you are faggot!"
"Nhf! The only one hard right now is you, faggot!" Panted Ian, blushing intently. He grabbed the hem of Antony's shorts and yanked them down, exposing the seven year old's huge, pink prick. At half mast, Antony's cock was already measuring almost a foot long, throbbing and pulsing as it pointed forward towards the other boy.
"Two can play at that game!" Smirked Antony, yanked down the loosely hanging basket ball shorts of the child. Finally freed, the bully's pristine boyhood swayed in the open air. Sprouting from a flawlessly hairless mons pubis, the pillar of youth measured at least thirteen inches and was getting harder by the second. Ian's cock was a delightful pale pink in colour, cute tiny purple veins flawlessly flowing up towards the rim beneath his smooth skin.
"Nhg, what are ya' taking about retard! You're clearly harder then me! That makes you the gay one!" Struggled Ian.
"Whoever cums first is the faggot. Or are you gonna admit to it now?" Taunted Antony.
Without waiting for the response, Antony grabbed hold of the bully's cock and started tugging, a dismissive look on the boy's face. Unwilling to yield to this stunning escalation of force, Ian grabbed hold of Antony's cock with both hands and started pumping back and forth. Despite his stone face, Antony's cheeks became redder and his breath more heavy. Both kids began to pump their hips, thrusting their cocks into the other boys grip. Both pristine boy cocks were now fully erect, deluging a torrent of pre-cum down their shafts and onto the grass. It was clear that Antony had the kid beat by at least four inches of flawless pink boy meat. Lewd wet sounds echoed out as the boy's hands became messy and wet. Both boys couldn't help but start to moan and whimper with pleasure as their faces started to melt with pleasure.
"Nhg...Youre enjoying this faggot..." Murmered Antony, struggling to maintain composure.
"Uwoh, fuck, NO, you're the faggot..." Moaned Ian. "You and James definitely suck each other's cocks!"
Suddenly Ian's body was seized with a series of uncontrollable shudders as the boys ground his twitching cock into Antony's soft hands. The Grant boy wrapped both hands around the boy's overly sensitive head to push him over the edge. Letting go of Antony's cock, the bully's flaring piss slit exploded in a burst of thick white kiddie cum. Antony yanked his hands back, shaking off the cum that got on them. The victorious child watched his opponent cum like a loser for a rope or two before suddenly kneeing the bully right in his orgasming cock! Flattened against his own toned body, Ian's cock fired a thick rope directly onto his own ahegaoing face before collapsing to the grass. Antony gave a defiant look to the bully's entourage, who, in the cowardly fashion of bullies, decided to run away. Ian writhed on the ground, trapped by his own climax, as his cock lay flat against his torso covering himself in obscene ropes of kiddie cum.
"Fag." Was the only word out of Antony's mouth as he put away his own throbbing, oozing, erect boy cock. He spit on the boy before turning away, walking towards his sandy haired spectator.
James ran up to his best friend, shaking with relief. He put an arm on his friends shoulder before looking down at the playground bully, who was still cumming all over himself.
"Why didn't you tell me this was a problem?" Asked the triumphant shota, turning to his blonde friend.
"Because you're, like, so cool I, uh, like, didn't want you to think I'm lame too." responded the kid, shying away. "Those guys cause trouble for everyone on the playground, but because of their huge dicks the playground monitors are on their side! Its not fair!" The poor kid was trembling with the last words.
Antony pulled James's chin up to look at him with a hand firmly on his friend's shoulder. "Hey dude, you're fucking hung too. Act like it."
James tenderly placed a hand over Antony's as the two shared a moment before pulling himself free of the embrace. They knew that the bullies wouldn't dare squeal to the playground monitors, as that would expose their humiliating defeat. Walking away from the site of the battle, the two besties were quickly intersected by a group of three or four children who had been hiding beside the portables nearby. Just looking at them, Antony could tell these lads were near the bottom of the playground pecking order. They seemed a timid lot, video game and anime merchandise draped over their skinny, un-athletic frames. The types of shotas to rarely get any kind of action outside their cum-dump mothers.
"I saw you fuck up Ian." Piped up a bespectacled youngster. "That was so cool if I do say so myself!"
"Agreed! I filmed the whole thing. Now everyone will know what a fag he is." Interjected another lanky shota, grinning.
"Yeah, no kidding. Fuck that guy." Replied Antony.
"So what do you guys want?" Asked James, resting his elbow on Antony's shoulder.
"Well, we all decided that you should be compensated for your services." Spoke the youth with glasses.
"English, dude." Groaned James, clearly not following along with the dialogue of the nerdy kids.
"Right, of course! Do you guys have the newest 'Card-master' game? We wanna trade some high level sluts to you!" Beamed the geeky child.
"Well duh, you think I've been living under a rock?" Antony reached into his back pocket to pull out his handheld 'Kidcon'. "I've already collected a ton of the top level sluts." A familiar chime greeted the ears of the children as the handheld booted up. The cartridge was already inserted so the title screen came up, showing a spiky haired youngster taking deploying his 'Arcane Arc (TM)' and summoning the harem of busty magical entities bound to the cards. It was a veritable buffet, ranging from sex-bots to monster girls with everything in between. The youngsters crowded around the small screen to ogle the high levelled sluts Antony had collected in game.
"Woah dude, you have the 'Litch-bitch enchantress'? She's rendered exactly like on the show too! Goth sluts are so hot!" congratulated the kid with glasses. As the meek child was speaking, his own game was booting up. On launch the child was eager to show off all the hours he'd spent in game levelling up his card-bound entities to be the nastiest kid fucking pedophiles the game could offer. Antony craned his neck over to stare, but quickly saw he couldn't compete with the digital harem of magical kid-fuckers this kid had assembled. Even though Antony had kicked that faggot Ian's ass without expecting anything in return, the child wasn't above some free cards for his game. Especially since it meant adding more 'magi-slaves' to his virtual harem of nasty kid-fucking sluts!
Without much ado, Antony accepted the invite and both boy's avatars entered into the online trade hub. This was the digital space for kids to show off all the micro-transactions their avatar was decked out with to the other players. Their tiny screens brought to life the massive magi-slave auction house from the show, a beacon of sexual commerce. Antony accepted the trade invite and soon found his deck swelled by half a dozen digital shotacon sluts. An animation played as the onscreen waifus placed on their magical clit-rings that bound them to Antony's character's service. Trade completed, the children began chatting about their favourite episodes and which sluts from the show looked the hottest. There was a reason this was one of the world's biggest franchises with its vast array of shotacon magical anime girls for millions of children to stroke over. Interrupting the children's lusty chat, Antony and James turned, hearing a loud revving sound coming from the school parking lot. A pink convertible was idling as a shapely teenage slut leaned over the car door waving. Clearly, such a vehicle was bought with daddy's money.
"Heyy~ You cuties interested in a ride?" She called out.
"Woah, holy fuck dude! Those sluts must have driven over from the high-school!" Beamed James, tugging on his friend's shirt. "C'mon, lets go!" With that the boys were off, quickly followed by their un-athletic acquaintances. The two boys raced along the school field onto the gravel lot. Such a blatant call had not gone unnoticed, and other cuties from across the playground heard the sirens call. Antony and James Pumped their long, slender legs as fast as they could, trying to beat the other children racing there. Not even out of breath, the two boys came to a stop followed shortly by the rest of the kids. Eagerly waiting, Antony got a chance to take a look at the visiting high school whores. There were three sluts in the car as he saw it.
Leaning out of the back window was a girl who couldn't have been over seventeen. Her blonde hair was tied back into cute pigtails, two carefully groomed strands framed her face, falling down to her dainty collarbones. She was snowy skinned and apple cheeked, a delightful reddish hue almost painted onto her cheeks. With an easy smile, she exuded party girl vibes, and already had undoubtedly racked up a high body count. Resting above her heavily made-up face was a pair of designer brand sunglasses, her arm hanging out the door covered in tacky bangles. Though her tight teenage form mostly remained a mystery behind the car door, her front tied blouse did little to hide just how damn firm her budding breasts were.
Next to her, giggling through a mouth full of braces, was a teenage slut who's whole head was framed by a voluminous wave of pristine ginger locks. Her cute button nose wore a septum ring well, giving her an almost fairy like appearance. The sluts hungry green eyes seemed to be hiding behind her thick fake lashes. Her fully rounded cheeks were dusted with a heavy helping of cute freckles. All Antony could see of her clothes was a denim jacket with ripped sleeves over-top a black and white striped long sleeve shirt. She leaned forward to come out from behind her friend and yanked up her shirt.
Finally was the leering teenager leaning out from the backseats. The teenage bitch wore her hazel hair shorter than her two friends, stopping just short of shoulder length with heavy bangs, giving her a classic pin-up girl look. Her facial features bloomed with budding puberty, a cute delicate nose balanced perfectly between her cute as a button cheeks. Both her ears proudly wore earrings that complimented the necklace around her thin neck. Hanging from the window as she was, her pink 'boytoy' branded tank-top did little to hide her graceful shoulders or swelling chest.
The hazel haired teenage slut uttered a bold proclamation to the gathered kids. "Alright boys, drop your shorts. The longest can stay!" Upon such an order, her two friends erupted with bitchy teenage giggles.
The crowd of young boys complied, well accustomed to showing off their cocks to women they had barely known a minute. Most of the boy's flaccid cocks were bigger then most adults at full mast, the longest hanging down a full seven inches. Smirking, Antony and James glanced at each other before yanking down their shorts to their ankles! The three sluts audibly gasped at the sight of two juvenile cocks hanging down to the kid's knees when soft! The two massive trunks seemed to sway in the breeze with an authoritative weight.
"Like, ohmygod! Those two are like totes hung!" Gawked the blonde, practically picking her jaw up from the floor.
"The rest of you, can, like, fuck off!" Jeered the redhead in the passenger seat.
The car door swung open and the two cuties climbed inside. Within moments, they were quickly de-clothed, the thirsty shotacons eager to drink in the beautiful hairless forms of the children. Instantly, the two friends found their slender youthful forms assaulted on all fronts as the teenagers fondled and pinched their lithe boy bods. The car seats were reclined all the way back, practically turning the interior of the convertible into a makeshift bed.
"Fuck, but you're both so hot! You must get tons of pussy, right?" Giggled the hazel haired bitch, pinching James's bouncy boy butt while tweaking Antony's perky pink nipple.
"Of course he does, he's really good looking!" cheered the blonde. "Having sex with a good looking kid is the best!"
Feeling no need to state the obvious, Antony simple latched himself onto the mouth of the blonde. The child pushed his tongue totally into her eager mouth, totally dominating it. The two began eagerly swapping spit, each vacuum sealed to the other. Simultaneously, both parties began fondling the other's aching sexes. Within moments, the car seats were wet with dripping sexual fluid.
Wasting no time, James was on his knees as the hazel and red-haired sucked his nipples while their delicate hands pleasured his absurd length. Within moments, their hands were slick with syrupy boy pre-cum, wetly sliding up and down his shaft from both ends.
"Which one is longer?" Queried the redhead, savouring as her hands ran along the full length of flawlessly pristine kiddie dick. She peeled back the foreskin to reveal the fully engorged mushroom-head, delightfully pink in hue. James's cock was thick enough it was a struggle to wrap her hands all the way around the engorged juvenile phallus.
"Well duh, this one is, that's why I took him!" retorted the blonde, rolling her eyes, spit connecting her mouth to Antony. As she spoke she slapped the cockhead against her palm echoing out a loud WHAP emphasizing the sheer weight and power of the turgid length.
"Well, lets see then!" Shouted the hazel haired teenage whore, pushing the slender hips of the youths together. Both kids moaned as their erect kiddie cocks were pressed together by all three pairs of hands. Foreskins peeled back, their cocks ground against each other, causing both boys to look away as they ahegao'd. Neither Antony or James wanted the other to see such a face, least they get the wrong idea and think they were enjoying this! Both cocks disgorged thick gooey rivers of pre-cum all over each other.
"Hmm. I think the dark haired one beats his friend by an inch or two!" Giggled the blonde.
"No way, the blonde isn't at full mast yet!" Retorted the redhead. Cocks jammed against each other, the two boys were forced to endure as six hands relentlessly pumped away. Their slender, youthful frames were wracked by the overwhelming pleasure signals coursing to their brains. The Hazel haired bitch leaned forward, pulling both the kids into a three way kiss. Spit ran in rivers as the three tongues invaded each other's domains, mixing and intermingling, desperately seeking pleasure. Antony could feel hands placed on his shoulders before he was given a mighty shove. The blonde pushed Antony over, throwing his ass into the air. Antony found himself facing the sky, in a top-down-bottom-up position. His obscene boy cock waved in the air like an august standard bearing the emperor's emblem billowing from the top of a white marble palace.
"Sorry to interrupt, but both sluts are at full mast. I told you this cutie was the most hung!" Hands wrapped around hairless hips, The blonde pedo-whore eagerly devoured Antony's kiddie dick.
"Fine, but I prefer my boy-whores blonde anyway!" Pouted the redhead, who began to slobber all over the full fourteen inches of seven year old cock alongside the hazel haired teenage bitch.
Waves of pleasure washed over Antony's under developed brain. In comparison to the expert blow-jobs of his mom, the teenager came across as hopelessly less skilled, but that was to be expected. Moreover, the obscene girth of his boy-cock ensured the occasional grazing of teeth despite her best efforts. However, She made up for her inexperience with her youthful vigour, something that his doting mother simply lacked, worn out from the relentless duties of motherhood. Staring up at his beautifully hairless pelvis, Antony watched as the blonde teenage slut tried her best to take him to the base. Trying so hard, her face distorted into an incredibly lewd blow-job face. He watched her go cross-eyed as she gagged and choked on the obelisk of juvenile sexual supremacy. Thick rivers of throat slime ran escaped her lips and ran down the hairless form of the youth, even dripping onto his face! God, but she looked so stupid with spit bubbling out of her nose and rivers of mascara running down her face thought the lad.
For his part, James was simply enjoying the dual-blowjob. Both sluts ran their tongues up and down his cock, kissing each other every other second. His cock deluged pre-cum in a constant river that the two sluts battled over in an erotic display of rivalry. The ginger fairy-girl kept clumsily swiping his shaft with her braces, but made up for it with her tongue's barbell piercing. Contrarily, the hazel haired whore clearly had more experience giving head, seeking out and relentlessly attacking whatever elicited the biggest reaction from the child. Moaning, the himbo sent both hands to the hips of the teenage sluts, reaching around their dainty derrieres to pump their delightfully tight, pink pussies.
Both boys began to build towards their climax simultaneously, as if in perfect synchronicity. Heralded by obscenely lewd, girly moans, both children began to unload their hairless nuts. Piping hot ropes of finger thick child sperm erupted from their dilated piss-slits in ball-churning pulses. Each pulse was more voluminous then any of the male students at the girl's high-school could hope to unleash in a complete orgasm, and these kids nutted them out with no end in sight! Heavy with genes, the nasty loads were thick like white molasses and stunk like nothing else. Each blast was disgustingly audible as the thick glistening pearly ropes desperately sought the exit. SHPLRRT. PLRRRT. PLFFFT. Both children were demonstrating with each heavy expulsion why shotas were simply better then men.
"Nhg, fuck, that felt incredible!" Moaned Antony, running his hand through the corn-yellow hair of the totally out-of-it slut who had just taken it all down her throat. "Oh, and you looked like you were having fun, James." The two besties exchanged a fist bump as the teenage sluts quaked with awe at having received such absurd loads.
"Fuck yeah! These two sluts really went all out." Moaned James, wiping drool from his chin. "But there's no way that was enough for you either, right dude?"
The three teenagers looked with a combination of glee and terror that both juvenile cocks were still hard as iron. The trio exchanged glances, asking without words if they were in over their heads. Yet their pedophilic lust far outweighed any hesitation they felt. The three teenage shotacons began tearing away their clothes to reveal their own budding feminine form. Skanky clothes came off to reveal pristine flesh; tight, supple, and flawlessly youthful. The blonde seemed to have the most well developed breasts, bearing the early signs of what no doubt would bloom into heavy mommy milkers. The Ginger's breasts were still developing, little more than budding blossoms of femininity. However, her waist was absurdly narrow giving her a bombshell wasp-waist despite the fact puberty hadn't finished widening her hips. The Hazel haired whore sported a delightfully plump and perky ass fully complimented by thighs that cut a perfect balance between ample and slender. Leaning back with knees wider than shoulder width apart, each slut was eager to show off their tight, pink teenage pussies, each crowned by a dusting of pubic hair.
The two shotas inched forward on their hands and knees, inspecting the dribbling teenage flowers. They behaved as if they were in a toy aisle, deciding which looked most fun. Antony and James caressed and spread the winking slits as they saw fit. Antony noticed that the ginger's penchant for body decoration hadn't spared her pussy. He had never fucked a girl with labia piercings before, but he wanted to take his time to make up his mind. The fresh scent of young pussy assaulted the youngster's contrasted with the aged fishy stench they were accustomed to from their mothers. It was hard to tell which they preferred.
"lets swap pedo-whores" Asked Antony, not even bothering to ask the girl's their opinion. "I fucked her throat so you can take her pussy."
"Like, sure thing, dude. I bet she's a great fuck!" Drooled James.
The blonde's protests died in her mouth as James slapped his fat mushroom head onto her pink pussy with a weighty WOP. She whimpered as he spread her labia with his pink cockhead, swiping it side to side. The two's sexual fluids mixed together, ensuring the fuck would be wet and sloppy.
"Uwoh, fuck, I just wanna fuck! I wanna have sex an' feel good and cum~" Moaned James, ramming himself deep inside the tight teenage pussy. Like a mindless animal he began fiercely rutting with the bitch, pumping away as his mind went blank with pleasure.
"Mhg! You're splitting me open at the cunt! YESYESYES~ don't STOP~~ Fuck me as much as you want, don't worry about pulling out! Get me pregnant with your slutty hung himbo genes!" Moaned the blonde pedophile as her face melted into retarded bliss.
Antony tore his eyes away from the whorish spectacle to stare at the two remaining shotacons as they climbed on top of one another to present their sopping teenage petals. The two teenagers began to make a show, each trying to earn the right to be fucked first by putting on the sluttier display. Presentation of a meal is almost as important as the food itself.
"Nhg! C'mon do me already! Let's both just feel really really good together! It'll feel so good we'll both go crazy! Rub that kiddie cock in my pussy and let's cum again and again!" Begged the hazel haired bombshell like a brain-dead whore.
"I need that shota cock so bad, I'll do anything for it! I'm just a kid fucking slut! I'm such a nasty bitch who loves sex! I pierced my pussy to turn it into a fuck-hole for children so jam it in me already~" Pleaded the freckled redhead, emphasizing her depraved nature instead. The two's rival pleadings inundated Antony's ears as they talk over each other. The sex addicted child simply couldn't chose between such slutty snacks!
Mindlessly, Antony rammed himself deep inside the bottom slut who just happened to be the hazel haired whore. Instantly, her tight pussy felt like a snake wrapped around his cock in a death-grip! Only the absurd volume of sexual juices ensured he could press deeper. As his cock burrowed deeper towards the high-schoolers womb, his foreskin was pulled back exposing his hyper sensitive head to her grinding tight folds. Antony reached out and pulled apart the freckled cheeks of the teenager lying on-top of her friend, exposing her winking, pierced asshole!
"Nhg, fuck! Both you girls are such easy sluts! I fucking love trashy whores!" moaned the child before starting to eat out her freshly waxed rosebud as his fingers pumped the slut's pussy.
The car rocked on it's suspension as the lewd mating took place. A loud plapplapplap resounded in a lurid, primal rhythm. The high-pitched moans of the occupants seamlessly blended with the sounds of casual pedophilic sex occurring all over the playground. Even here in the parkinglot, plenty of stay-at-home mothers had driven over for a quick fuck during the hour long break.
"Nhg, fuck dude! You're ahegaoing so much right now! You look so stupid!" teased Antony to his friend, saliva connecting his mouth to the pedo-whore's asshole.
"Ehe, thats cuz, Mhf, like, it feels sho' fucking good~~" moaned the Himbo, tearing himself free of suckling on the perky teenage titties.
Without warning, Antony yanked his boy-cock free of the devouring twat only to plunge it deep inside the oozing slit of the redhead lying atop her friend. The second grader could feel the high-school girl's labia piercings grind against his shaft as he burrowed deeper. It was such a ridiculously slutty feeling, he loved it! The two teenagers were busy at work, fondling each other and swapping spit as Antony quickly switched back and forth between their drenched cunts. The boy's cock was so thick that as he pulled out her could stare down the teenager's wrecked pussy to see their winking pink uterus before it closed back up into a tight slit.
"Cumming! Cumming! Get creampied! Get creampied! Get Creampied!" chanted James, each cry punctuated by a high pitched girly moan.
"Oh fuck kid! Your cum is gushing out! Nhg, Creampies feel so good! A kid is cumming inside my fucking womb~" The teenager's eyes crossed and tongue hung out as her cunt was pumped full of fertile seed by a fourteen inch cock attached to a kid in the second grade. "Uwoh~ I fucking love kids who can only think of sex! Fucking boy-sluts is the best!"
Antony stared as his cute friend's massive hairless balls, pressed against the slut's cheeks, twitched with each expulsion. Jets of ultra virile kiddie cum were being pumped directly into her fertile teenage uterus. The Grant boy could seal the thick pearly gunk burst free of the teenage petals and flood down her ample butt. Every twitch of the hairless sack caused a massive surge in the force of the escaping mess, splattering onto his friend's slender hips. Fuck, but James looked so hot creampieing that teenaged pedophile!
"What are you spacing out for stud? Jealous of your friend? You can cum inside me too if you want, I don't care I just wanna feel good" Moaned the Hazel haired shotacon, grabbing his cockhead and placing it against her soaked petals.
"Nhg, fuck that, pick me instead! I wanna gobble up all that precious kiddie sperm with my fucking hungry pussy! Creampies from boys I just met are the fucking best!" Pleaded the redhead, spreading herself wide.
Despite every wild animal instinct begging him to impregnate the willing wombs of the eager whores, Antony couldn't help but feel apprehensive. The boy knew passing on his powerful bitch-breaking genes should be more than just the by-product of mindless rutting. Creating another child with as much power to dominate and conqueror women with such a massive bitch-breaker was not to be taken lightly. Instead, he began jerking off his shaft as his cockhead was sandwiched between the wet pink labia.
"Take my cum you pedo-whores!" Proclamation uttered, with a cute as fuck high pitched girly moan Antony pushed himself over the edge. Eyes crossed and drool poured from his gaping mouth as his pink cockhead began dousing the teens in boy jizz. The finger thick pearly ropes of cum flew with enough force to messily splatter against the melted faces of the two teenagers, covering their tight bodies in gooey strands that ran along their entire form. The virility of the seven year old stud was on full display as he painted the sweaty bodies in blast after blast of thick white kiddie slime. His cock flipped up with each pulse, covering the ceiling and floor of the fleshy cavern with his reeking baby batter. Clingy strands connected the writhing forms of the teenage sluts atop one another as they lustily received the deluge.
Panting, both boys withdrew their hips and collapsed backwards, leaning against one another for support as they recovered from the powerful orgasms. Their large child eyes basked in the sight of the three sluts totally inundated with their glistening kiddie cum. Antony stared down at his hairless hips to see his still erect cock slapping against his knee. The last spurts of semen were being forced out of his urethra by a flood of viscous precum. He still wanted to cum more! From the look in James's eyes he could tell his friend was just as hard and horny.
"Fuck dude, that was amazing but I'm still so hard!" Moaned Antony.
"Yeah, same dude" Panted James, stroking his rock hard member. "Fuck, but easy girls really are the best! I fucking love fucking pedo-sluts!"
"I wanna try that blonde's pussy." Groaned Antony as he lifted himself up onto his knees, shamefully thrusting his hips forward.
"Like, sure thing dude. I don't care who I fuck I jus' needa stick my cock in a hole an' feel good~" Said James as he aheghao'd just thinking about it.
The blonde teenager was on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat, shamefully wiggling her hips as sperm ran down her thighs in thick gooey rivers. "C'mon kid, lets see who's sperm can reach my eggs first! Your cute friend has a head start!"
The two besties moved into position, placing their pink mushroomheads against the soaked teenage slits. Antony Grant and James Blewitt looked to each other. Blushing, they both wordlessly reached out and tenderly held their hands together. Hearts pounding, the two lads sank balls deep into the tight teenage fuck-holes.
The absurd volume of kiddie-cum that James had pumped into the teenager's cunt ensured Antony had a wet and sloppy fuck. It was as if her pussy was filled to the brim with lubrication which allowed him to frantically pound like a well oiled fuck-machine. Each thrust made a disgustingly lewd, wet gooey sound that would have been almost comical if it wasnt so vulgar. Shorp! Plfrt! It felt like sticking his dick into a fleshlight full of pudding. Each time the boy yanked his hairless hips back, he could see the thick slime coating to his shafted. It was such a lewd sight, but it made the boy's heart flutter! Antony felt a connection to his friend on a level he never thought possible. A mere child was incapable of processing the surge of emotions he felt, yet one reigned supreme: just how fucking hot it felt!
"Uwoh~ My cock is still so sensitive! I'm gonna fucking cum~" declared James with a cute as fuck squeal, creampieing the redhead. Taking almost a full minute to shoot out his absurd load, the blonde child quickly yanked himself out of the pussy and plunged deep inside the remaining uncreampied hole. "Pussy. Pussy. Pussy!" Chanted the boy like an obscene ritual incantation as he worked himself to another spectacular orgasm, clinging to her sperm soaked form.
Antony was busy at work building to a climax of his own. Made of sterner stuff, his cock wasn't on as much of a post-orgasm hair trigger as his young friend. It was tough however, as doggy style was one of the youngsters favourite positions. They way the engorged rim of his mushroom head scraped against her folds every time he yanked his hips back felt divine, and he never tired of watching the ripples spread out through a bitch's fat ass when he rammed himself back in. Though the boy savoured his own pleasure, he wanted to make sure the blonde felt good as well. Antony loved to watch women's faces contort in the pleasure he gave them. It just wasn't the same if he was the only one who felt good. The young boy could feel the tell tale signs of the slut he was nailing nearing a climax of her own. He began to adjust his rhythm, trying to make sure they both finished at the same time.
The blonde skank reached back to pull the boy into a tongue kiss. "Fufufu, You're a totally different fuck from your friend. He's like wild beast who mindlessly pumps as rough as he can. You're not a selfish fuck though. Who knew such a hottie would be like that? Now lets feel as good as possible together~"
Freshly encouraged, Antony began to put the obscene amount of sexual practice he had acquired by the tender age of seven to fuck the bitch's brains out. Each time their hips collided shockwaves of pleasure rippled through their whole bodies. The child reached around to sink his hands into the developing young breasts of the shotacon, twisting and pinching them. Both parties were totally committed to mindlessly drowning in the pedophilic pleasures of the flesh.
"Ah~ So good~ shota cocks are the best~" Slurred the slut as she ground her hips into the boy half her age.
"You'd be fine with any shota cock right slut?" Teased Antony, slamming his hips against her ample butt.
"OF COURSE! Any shota cock will do! Just so long as he's young and hung I'm down to fuck~" confessed the highschool girl with utmost sincerity.
"Uwoh, fuck! That's the perfect answer! I love slutty woman that open their legs for any kid!" In one mind-blanking motion Antony pushed the both of them into orgasm. "Here's your reward for being such a good dumb slut!"
A veritable geyser of fem-cum erupted between the girl's slender thighs, hosing down the fully reclined car seat. Her whole body quaked with the power of the climax sending shocks through her nervous system. Unwilling to impregnate the teen, Antony freed his cock from the tight teenage slit and began to finger fucking it instead. Instead the slut's ass and back were deluged in rope after rope of pre-pubescent boy cum. The strands spurted forth with such vigour they ran along her entire back to her corn yellow hair in thick gooey unbroken streams. Each expulsion elicited an incredibly high pitched moan of pleasure from the child as he bucked his hips intensely.
By the time the blonde teenage had finished cumming her brains out, she noticed the elementary school kid still hadn't finished covering her back with his precious shota seed! Her back almost felt heavy, covered in burning hot criss-crossing strands of thick white kiddie slime. She quickly spun around and popped the boy-cock into her mouth, eagerly devouring the last spurts of little boy cum. She could taste two distinct flavours competing on her tongue: the obscene boy jelly the cock was pumping out and the jizz it was smeared with. Inexperienced as the high school girl was, she had already gotten used to swallowing the bitter loads of children. After all, no boy was interested in girls who didn't swallow!
Finally satiated, everyone just collapsed into panting, sweaty messes. Now flaccid, the two children were practically dragging their long boy-cocks against the leather seats. They leaned against each other's shoulders for support while gazing at the fruits of their labours. James's obscenely voluminous loads oozed from the three creampied pedo-pussies. It was so thick with genetic material there was no doubt it had turned them into just another unwanted teenage pregnancy statistic. Not that that lurid fact even entered into James nor the pedophile's minds –It was simply the inconvenient by-product of how fucking good mindless creampies felt.
Minutes passed before they had all recovered. Their clothes were quickly scavenged from where they had been thoughtlessly cast aside, but not before the usual bunch of pictures for social media clout had been taken. As if on a que, the school bell rang out, indicating an end to the fun and a return to boring classes for the sex-addicted youngsters. As Antony and James got out of the car they heard the girls call out behind them.
"Like, we should totes become fuck-buddies!" Piped up the redhead whore.
"Yeah! You two are like so~~ cute, and hung as fuck too!" Agreed the hazel haired teenage slut.
"Be sure to give us a call any time you, like, wanna feel good!" Spoke the blonde, nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, sure thing you fucking pedo-whores." Panted James, grinning. "You all were such great fucks I'm sure we can start doing this sort of thing on the side. Just so long as you don't start getting all needy and attention whore-y. I hate bitches like that, so unattractive!"
Without further ado they all swapped numbers and left. Antony and James watched the car recklessly careen through the parking-lot out and out onto the road, heading towards the high-school. As the convertible disappeared into the distance, a blue car, previously parked just outside the lot, tore asphalt as it sped off. The two besties hadn't even finished walking back to the building before Antony had received some lewd pictures from one of the high school whores. James craned his neck over to catch an eyeful.
"Like, dude, how come you don't creampie sluts? Creampies feel so good dude!" The boy ahegao'd just thinking about pumping a willing pussy full of his juvenile load.
"Yeah, I know. I just don't feel like it man. I think making a girl into a mommy should be special, Y'know?" Antony responded, shrugging. "I kinda want the first girls I knock up to be family."
"You mean like your mom n' shit?" Asked the youngster.
"Yeah, that sort of idea." Antony thoughtfully replied. He dared not to tell his friend about his crush of each of his sexy sisters.
"Well, whatever dude. I don't really think about that sort of thing. I just stick my dick in an' feel good~." As the sandy haired child spoke he was already stroking his dick through his shorts, drooling.
Without further ado the two besties joined the rest of their schoolmates in returning to class. A glum mood resided over the children, disappointed that their window of freedom had come to an end. The fact that most of their class-time would be spent in a pedophilic haze of lust and debauchery didn't even seem to register to the youngsters. However pleasant, a gilded cage was still a cage. No matter the form it took, children never like being told what to do, even if there are plenty of thirsty shotacon teachers along the way!
Thus the remaining class-time dragged by. When the final bell rang a sense of bliss washed over the entire student population. Antony and James grabbed up their backpacks from their homeroom cubby-holes and were out the door. Behind them, their splattered home-room teacher waved them goodbye as she lay exhausted on the floor in a pool of child sperm. The children burst out of the main entrance, bearing witness to the depraved spectacle unfolding outside. Boys eagerly returned to the hot and needy embrace of their equally horny and sex deprived house-wife moms. Most moms simply couldn't wait until returning home to fuck their darling sons and so the parking lots were little more than an orgy. Antony and James simply walked past the lewd scene, as such a thing was so ordinary as to be beneath their notice.
"So dude, which teacher did you think was the hottest?" Asked James, punching his friends arm.
"Mhg, like, I don't know dude. They're all so hot." Responded Antony, feeling the blood rush to his cock already. "Miss Taylor was super slutty but the gym teacher was hella' hot. I've never fucked a girl with abs before."
"Yeah, that's fair dude. The Japanese teacher is really hot as well, such a nasty shotacon! Not as hot as Davids mom though." Already James was drooling thinking about nailing his friends hot Asian mom.
"So hey dude, Its not that far to our homes, we should walk the way. We can stop and buy some candy on the way back too!" Asked Antony, turning to his friend.
"Yeah like sure thing dude. Maybe we can get stopped by some pedo-slut along the way and fuck her too!" Agreed James. It was a bright and beautiful day and both boys were brimming with pure youthful energy. They saw no reason why to let such a beautiful day go to waste with a bus ride. With a slap on the ass from the shotacon crossing guard, the two second graders were on their way.
The school was, as most elementary schools tend to be, smack dab in the middle of the typical suburbs that dominated the American landscape. Such was the power of the nuclear family with its sole male breadwinner and female home-maker that there was barely an adult male in sight, restrained in the business and industrial districts by the nine-to-five workday. Thus the period after school but before the dads returned from work was a time of paradise to all children of America, with nothing but hung boys and thirsty milfs to be found. The two besties walked down the picturesque suburbs on the lookout for any gardening housewives. As they left the view of the school behind them, a blue car revved to life and pulled off the street edge grass. The two kids were too distracted by the constant scrolling of porn on their phones to even notice until the car had screeched to a halt beside them. The door swung open and three figures emerged as rockabilly blared on the care radio.
"Hey, you two! Don't budge a fuckin' inch." Roughly called one of the emerging shapes.
Antony and James came to a startled halt. Three figures loomed over them like impassible mountains. It was hard for the youngsters to discern any features: they were all an indistinct haze of leather jackets, tobacco smoke and hair product. Their belts were studded, cigarette cartons were stuffed in their rolled sleeves, and handles with wood finishes jutted from their jean pockets. Their teenage faces all wore the same expression, grinning like hyenas through their poorly shaved stubble.
"You kids fucked up big time!" Said the meanest looking of the three, stepping forward.
"Who the fuck are you guys even?" Asked Antony, as James shifted behind him. The boys leg muscles tensed as he subtly moved to the balls of his feet, ready to run.
"Don't play dumb, fuck-head. We followed her car! We saw you join them." This accusation came from one of the other teenagers, crushing his cigarette beneath his heavy boot.
"Wait, what? Are you guys talking about those three sluts?" A look of realization dawned on Antony's face. "What do they have to do with anything?"
"Get a load of this kid, huh? 'Those three?'" Cackled the leader of the high-schoolers. "Of course those three you little fucks! Who the fuck else would I be talking about? Jamie, Lorraine and Carrie? Those names ring any bells?"
The two boys just stood dumbfounded, unsure what these three guys had to do with the sluts they fucked. Their blank faces were accompanied by a growing sense of unease at what the next few minutes held. The teens bodies completely boxed the two lads in, preventing any escape. Since Antony didn't know what they were even talking about, he remained silent, but this only seemed to make the teenagers angrier. The leader landed an open palm strike on Antony's face, making James cry out in terror. Antony sullenly stared back, rubbing his cheek.
"Lookit' the little shit try to act like he doesn't know. If he wants to play tough, lets how long he can keep it up" As the leader spoke he cracked his knuckles. "Hold him still"
The youngsters found their shoulders trapped in the iron grip of the much older boys. "Since you bastards fucked out broads we're gonna fuck you up!" Called out the teen holding Antony in place. Finally, a look of realization washed over the elementary school students face.
"That's what this is about?" Piped up a terrified James. "We didn't know, they came on to us, honest!"
"What, are you three their boyfriends or something?" Asked Antony coyly.
"Yeah, they just don't know it yet. Those skirts get all these funny ideas like they can fuck whoever they want and we're just supposed to stand idly by and let it happen. FUCK THAT!" As the teenager spoke he blew a giant cloud of cigarette smoke into the youngsters faces.
"Sorry, those were your girls? I couldn't tell from how much they begged for my grade-school dick!" Retorted Antony, remaining defiant. His resistance only earned him a blow to the solar plexus that folded the poor lad. Only the vise grip on his shoulders kept the child off the floor.
"Antony, don't make them angrier!" Called out James to his friend. Antony gasped for air as he sagged in the hold of the older boys.
"Oh, its too late for that." With that, the high-schooler landed a blow onto James's face. Blood trickled from the boy's nose. "You should have stayed the hell away from them. Pull up the fucker's shirt. He needs to learn respect."
The high-schooler holding Antony yanked up the t-shirt, revealing the child's toned, slender figure. As the sun fell across his features the boy's body practically glowed with youth, with not a single hair to be found. Reaching into his back pocket, the Teen produced a lighter. He held it under the angry child's pink nipple, which caused the boy to struggle harder against his captives. With a click a small fire was given form, burning the child's nipple. Antony, unable to maintain composure, cried out in pain.
"Cry all you want. No one is gonna help you. All the moms are too busy fucking their darling sons to care about whats happening outside." Grinned the boy's captor, extinguishing the flame after agonizing seconds. "To them, high-school guys are invisible!"
"You guys are total losers, picking on kids like this" Antony managed to get out between ragged breaths. "Those girls are not and never will be yours. James here Knocked them the fuck up, they begged him to creampie them like the pedo-whores they were." As Antony uttered that bold declaration he stared defiantly at them, eyes blazing.
A hush fell across the three teenagers. Trembling with rage, the lead boy reached into his front pocket and produced a switch blade. He leaned forward to grab the hem of James's shorts, yanking them down to the boy's knees. They had freed the Blewitt boy's massive boy cock, filling the open air with the salty musk of pre-pubescent kid dick. Even flaccid the massive pink trunk almost ran to the child's knees, loudly slapping against his slender thigh. The two boys struggled against their captors, earning only more blows. The teenager grabbed hold of the flaccid boy cock, jamming it up against James's midsection. From just the slightest provocation James's mushroom head spurted out a blast of pre-cum, oozing down the shaft onto the teens hand. What was once hiding beneath the obscene length of the juevenille stud's boyhood was now hanging in the open air: a smooth hairless sack tightly packed with two peach sized orbs. Even though James had pumped out countless loads during his school day the juevenille nuts were already packed to the brim with their impregnating seed.
"Antony..." Wailed James, begging his friend to find a way out of this predicament. Antony merely locked eyes with his friend and bared his teeth.
"Y'know, at first we were just gonna rough you up. But since you've got such a smart mouth, maybe that ain't enough. You gotta learn how it feels, to one day going from being a shota-stud to being nothing. Castrate him." The high-schoolers two friends fell silent.
"Hey man, maybe that's going too far. We were just gonna knock him around a bit, show him whose boss. That shit could kill him." Called out his friend in an unsure voice.
"Stop being such a pussy! Aren't you guys pissed off at it all? How women just treat us like trash cause we grew up? Now we can at least get some revenge." His friends stood by hesitantly.
Antony and James locked eyes. With a slight nod from Antony, the two boys suddenly sunk their teeth into the arms of their captors. Both High-schoolers cried out in pain and stumbled back, letting go. Like a wild beast uncaged, Antony maintained the momentum of the unexpected counter attack to launch himself up with all the might his young thews had. He crashed knee first into the groin of the torturer, causing him to fall backwards. "RUN!" was the simple command given as both boys threw aside their backpacks to escape.
Though their attack had taken the teenagers by surprise, it had only bought the boys a handful of seconds. Moreover, the lads were on foot as their opponents piled back into the car to give chase. Every ounce of fibre was on alert as the boys tore up the sidewalk in a headlong sprint. They could hear the car engine roar like some primal beast behind them before burning rubber in pursuit. Antony turned his head back in time to see one of the teens leaning out the car window, baseball bat in hand. The child grabbed the shoulders of his friend, dragging the two face down to the pavement as it sailed overtop. Knees bleeding, Antony exploded back up like a tiger crouching in the grass leaping after its prey. He could see the car ahead of them swinging back round.
"Back yard! BACK YARD!" Shouted Antony to his friend.
The two lads turned and ran, hopping the white picket fence to the back yard. As the two kids ran, their long swinging boy-cocks slapped between their driving, long shapely legs. If their underwear didn't have accommodating pouches there was no way they would have been able to run without their meaty dicks getting in the way! Even properly supported, their massive boy-cocks proved to be quite inconvenient and heavy, slowing them down somewhat.
In the corner of his eye Antony could see through a sliding glass door the woman of the house being eaten out by her obscenely young son. The world was too focused on its own pleasure to even notice the plight of the two children. Treading carefully lain flowers underfoot the boys tore across gardens, hopping the fences of several properties. Antony and James hopped a fence onto a backstreet only to see the blue car lying in wait. Tires screeching, the blue monster hurtled towards the kids. They barely made it across the street and over the fence before the car zoomed past.
Despite the intense pursuit, the stamina of the two children had been honed by constant hours of non stop fucking. Thus their lithe, supple bodies were holding up well as they pushed their limits. Even though the boys hopped fences and dashed through the back yards of pre-occupied incestuous families, the car always seemed to be one step ahead of them, rearing it's fearsome head every time they came to a street. The two children had no idea where they were, just in a constant blur of hopping fences and running down side streets.
"THERE! INTO THE WOODS!" Called James, pointing at the forested grounds of a park. The two kids turned course and crossed the road, climbing up and over the chain-link fence. Behind them they could hear the car come to a stop and car doors fly open.
"After those little fucks!" Echoed behind them.
By now, Antony's heart was pounding like crazy, his lungs burned as he sucked in mouthfuls of air, but there was no way he could stop. Ignoring the trail, the two boys beat a path through the bush as it tore at their skin and clothes. Breaking line of sight with their pursuers, they ventured deeper and deeper into the dense mass of trees. James grabbed Antony's shirt and pulled him down into a ditch. With the keenness of a wild animal James had noticed how the twisted mess of roots at the foot of the tree draped over the incline to create a curtained alcove in the dirt. The two Shotas quickly crawled into the tight recess, barely large enough for the two small bodies.
The two best friends were pressed face to face and waited in the gloom. In such a cramped space Antony was pushed right against his friend. He could feel the beat of his friend's heart and the rise and fall of his chest as their nipples rubbed against each other. The only room for his arms was around his friend, forced to feel the pert fullness of James's boy-butt. Both children wore a heavy sheen of sweat by now that smoothly rolled down their utterly hairless forms. Neither dared to make a peep as they lay together, cheek to cheek, staring into each other's eyes for support.
Lying nipple to nipple had the unfortunate side effect that both their meaty child cocks now lay pressed against one another! Every attempt the two boys made in the confined space to pull their cocks apart only seemed to make them slide across one another, thinly separated by their shorts and underwear. Antony could feel his nipples grind against James's nipples, sending more blood rushing to his swelling boyhood. From the inadvertent stimulation, both children's cocks began disgorging viscous rivers of pre-cum in preparation to breed. Now wet, their cocks slickly pushed back and forth across each other, totally drenching their shorts. The tight alcove was now pungent with the a sweaty, youthful musk that both boys began huffing like crazy!
"Dude, quit it!" Moaned James.
"I can't! Its too cramped!" whispered Antony.
The cracking of twigs brought both boys to silence. They froze in place, dicks practically swapping spit with each other. The sounds of breaking branches got louder as the sounds of their pursuers could be heard muffled overhead. Antony could feel Jame's cock throb through the shorts, matched only by the beat of the young boy's heart. Even without the stimulation of thrusting, simply being pressed like this provided ample stimulation for the overly sensitive penis. Antony watched as James face began to melt, his breathing warped into a lurid moaning. As the sound of the footsteps stopped directly overhead Antony felt his friends body tremble in anticipation of orgasm. This wasn't good!
Hands locked in place around James, Antony had no choice but to silence his friend's moans by locking lips with the boy! He could feel his friend's breathy moans reverberate through his whole body as his latched onto his succulent lips. The shorts of the himbo were no match for the jet of pre-teen sperm that was fired out with absurd force, passing through the fabric to deluging his friend's clothes. Lips sealed, pulse after pulse of piping hot baby batter was pumped out, soaking the two forms pressed together. Antony could feel his clothes become wet and heavy with his friends sperm. His own cock and balls were now steeping in a salty swamp of James's voluminous loads. The alcove, already heavy with the scent of youth, was now totally saturated with the pungent odour of backed up ball slime. The boys remained frozen, lips locked, sperm drenched. Minutes passed without a sound above yet they remained in place. It wasn't until at least ten minutes had passed until they dared to escape.
Antony pull back his lips from his friend, drool connecting their mouths, only to notice how much James was blushing! Embarrassed, the two crawled out of the gloomy alcove. As they rolled off one another they were connected by countless dangling threads of thick boy-sperm. The duo's clothes were dark and wet with the obscene load, clinging to their bodies. Antony's shirt made such a nasty, disgusting sound as he peeled off his once clean shirt. He tenderly touched his burnt nipple, wincing at pain that had been forgotten amidst all the adrenaline. The two friends looked at each other.
"T-that was crazy-"
"I had to, other wise they would have-"
Their words came out in a jumbled mess, spilling over one another. They tried again and again but kept interrupting each other. Falling silent, both agreed nothing more needed to be said. Wordlessly, they turned around and started the long road home.
Notes:
90% of the writing gets done in 10% of the time I spend at it.
Does anyone know a good website to post artwork? Something like Hentai foundry, but that place doesn't allow shota content /
Chapter 5: Saturday night's alright (for fighting)
Summary:
Alot can happen on a Saturday, especially in a town like 'Lush Mounds'
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Antony never told his mother about what transpired on Monday after school. Keeping secrets from parents was all part of childhood, after all. Besides, nothing could change what already happened. Instead, Antony tried to keep himself in high spirits, though he did find himself scanning the horizon more often. James didn't bring it up, either. The two youngsters continued through their school days as if nothing had happened. Only the increased strength of their bond stood as testament that anything had occurred at all. The only thing Antony really though back to was the long 'kiss' he shared with his friend, but he especially didn't want to bring up that either.
Now, it was barely six in the morning on a Saturday and Antony was already awake. Like most children, his internal clock altered dramatically when it was a day off. It made no difference that he had stayed up late gaming online with David. Naturally, the two youngster's mothers had stayed up late with them, eagerly milking the two children as they sat in-front of their screens. It was well past midnight by the time Jessica's motherly duties ended, allowing her to finally slip into bed beside her lame husband, exhausted and drenched with sperm. Even though Antony loved his dad, It nevertheless always turned the progeny on sending his mother back to his father in such a messy state, something Jessica had been quick to notice.
Despite the late bedtime, Antony's youthful frame was so overloaded with energy it made no difference. He was excited to bring in the new day and extract every ounce of fun he possibly could. The child practically threw the covers off as he walked over to his dresser, quickly throwing on a white T-shirt and black rugby shorts that left very little of his supple legs to the imagination. Considering he had made his mother stay up so late draining his hairless nuts, he decided to let her sleep in. She was a much better fuck when fully rested. If only he had his sisters to tag in when his mom was in recovery mode. It would be as if he had a full team of magi-sluts like in the hit children's playing card game 'Card master', mused the youngster. Fuck, but that turned him the fuck on. More than emptying his balls, however, was the burning need to empty his overburdened bladder. Without his mother on standby, he had no choice but to reluctantly use the bathroom.
The boy quietly stalked down the hallway, past his sister's rooms, quietly opening up the door to the bathroom. Each step he could feel the urine slosh around inside his swollen bladder, almost audibly splashing side to side. At last before his port of relief, the kid scooped up his cock that hung down to his knees when flaccid with both hands. The member was so long, even with both hands aiming his piss-pipe into the toilet it was quite the challenge without it swaying to one side or the other. At last holding it steady, the Grant boy let the waterworks break forth. With a groan of relief, the finger thick stream of steaming golden fluid cascaded out in a deluge of delicious boy-piss. It hit the still pool of water with such force it churned the tiny sea into a veritable storm. It rang such that an incredibly loud wet splashing sound filled the bathroom, audible beyond even the closed door. An acrid scent filled the room, making the shota wish some pedo whore was here to huff it. The sense of bliss that came with this release almost felt as good as orgasming. Almost. Moaning, eyes closed, Antony now imagined his mother was there to receive his piss like a good mommy-slut. The boy's discharge lasted almost a full minute, unleashing more than enough to bloat the stomach of any willing grown woman and then some. Shaking the last drops off, he let go, his absurdly long member falling to his knee with a loud smack. Fuck, but that was a satisfying piss.
The boy stalked downstairs to the kitchen, trying as hard as he could to not make a peep. Antony pulled a chair over to the counter to reach into the top cupboard. He pulled out a box of 'creampie crispies' cereal, the lewd anime girl mascot in the box-art promising there was enough sugar inside to give any young boy enough energy to start the day right. He poured out the glazed sugar flakes into a milky bowl walked into the living room. The most profitable demographic was boys aged 5-12, thus ensuring no shortage of lewd media for the horny children of America. Streaming shows were packed with an endless supply stuffed with adult-women-on-young-boy fuck sessions. Indeed, there was little distinction between Saturday morning cartoons and hentai, television shows and porn.
Every Saturday morning a new episode of 'Card master' dropped, and Antony was hyped to see the next pedophilic installation. He popped his legs up on the coffee table and grabbed the 'Card master' branded onahole and lube his mother had left out for him the night before. She wanted to make sure he started off the weekend all pampered. Each slut from the show had her own array of obscene merchandise for the hordes of eager young fans.
As the intro played out, Antony rammed himself into the pocket pussy. Instead of a karaoke track, the intro helpfully instructed the audience as to the proper rhythm they should use when stroking! With one hand the boy pumped away as the other brought spoonfuls of ultra-sugary breakfast cereal to his mouth. With each bite the child could feel the energy flood through his tiny form. Each spoonful was nothing but sugar and cornmeal, after all. Before long, the already energetic youngster was riding a full blown sugar high. He could almost feel his balls hard at work, turning all that energy into ultra thick, egg conquering loads of seven year old semen. Seemingly, his body directed every spare calorie he had into sperm production, ensuring he had a tight, lean frame with just enough bodyfat to give him a pleasingly supple smoothness.
As the show neared it's climax, so did the youngster! As the show's young hero used the power of giant swinging shota cock to overcome the rival of the week, Antony pushed himself over the edge, creating a massive mess for his mother to clean up when she awoke. Breakfast completed, and it wasn't even seven yet. Not wanting to disturb his family, the youngster wanted to see if perhaps James was awake yet. He dashed out the kitchen door to the back yard, easily hopping the fence into the Blewitt yard. Though the boys had barely known each other a week, the boy's houses were like second homes. Antony dashed up the wooden steps, throwing back the door to the kitchen.
The child was greeted by Mrs Blewitt slaving away by a hot stove like a good stay-at-home mom. Her hair down, It was too early to apply makeup but she still looked stunning. Defined yet gentle creases framed the corners of her lips and eyes only adding to her mature beauty. The milf was wearing nothing but an untied morning gown, ensuring her massive milk tanks were on full display. The massive orbs of motherhood hung from her with an overwhelming ripe plumpness that forced the robe to meekly flow down around them. Mrs Blewitt turned to face Antony, her bathrobe flapping open to reveal even more overflowing milf meat. The pedo-milf's thick, rugged blonde pubic hair flowed across her wide, baby bearing hips, creating a 'V' shape that aligned with the crease of her legs like a pair of bloomers. The golden expanse stretched up to her navel, disappearing under her swaying, hip length udders and spread the entire width of her stretch-marked pelvis. Her thighs were heavy with bouncy womanly flesh, giving them a delectable soft wobble. Only her overwhelmingly fat bubble of pussy meat was visible between her milky thighs and golden forest. Her deep purple pussy lips hung down like a set of antique velvet curtains. With such overly plump, hyper motherly proportions she looked unto an ancient fertility statue.
"Antony, this is a bit early, now isn't it?" giggled the shotacon milf. "you have too much energy for your own good" As she spoke she made no effort to hide her overwhelming explosion of milf meat.
"Is James up yet?" Piped up the boy in a cute, high pitched voice. Likewise, Antony made no effort to hide where he was staring.
"And here I wondered if you were here to see me." Teased the pedophile, letting the gown fall free of her shoulder.
"Well, it is very nice to see you, Jame's mom." Cooed the boy, already starting to pitch a tent in his shorts.
The pedo-milf sauntered over, swaying her ultra wide breeding hips with each step. "Because I've got something I've been meaning to tell you" Her voice was now just a husky coo, breathy and heavy with desire. She leaned over, letting her massive globes of flesh hang down, almost drooping to her knees. "You see, ever since that vapid bimbo sister of yours started fucking my son, he's barely had time for his poor old mother. Its as if I'm not good enough any more." There was a heavy pregnant pause after her last line, one that the boy couldn't help but take the hint.
"Thats not true! You're plenty beautiful Misses Blewitt." peeped Antony, eyes hypnotized by her swaying milk tanks.
"You'll keep an old lady company, wont you sugar?" She cooed. The only response of the child less than a quarter of her age was to plant a sloppy kiss right on her delicious bee-stung lips. The grown woman and child began to lustily tongue kiss, spit running down their chins. As the boy's hands reached out to grope her stupendous mammaries the milf began stroking the pristine boy-cock hiding beneath his shorts.
"Fuck, I've been thinking about this monster all week" Moaned the milf. "You're even longer than my fucking son!"
"Ive though about you too" Cutely confessed the child. "You sucked me off so well, I just knew you had to be a good fuck too!"
Mrs Blewitt pulled down the hem of Antony's shorts, and his cock flipped up with a mighty SMACK against her hanging breasts. Ripples spread through the ocean of meat, travelling up to her collar bones. Mrs Blewitt reached across the breakfast table, grabbing a bottle of syrup, before dumping it down her cleavage. Without even having to pause their sloppy make-out session, the syrup lubricated tit-fuck began. This standing tit-fuck was only possible because of the shameful height difference between the two partners! Pressing the mammoth mommy-milkers together, Mrs Blewitt's udders bore the full brunt of the boy pumping away with all the energy an absurdly sugary cereal could bestow.
"Uwoh, Fuck! Your tits feel so good! Pumping your tits is the best!" moaned the boy, his mouth connected to his friend's mom's by heavy strings of drool.
"Shhh. Dont talk, dont think. Just pump away" Cooed the pedo-whore in a lurid tone. If this was how she instructed her sexual partners, it was no wonder James had become such a himbo. His mother had doubtless groomed her son into an unthinking fuck-beast driven by pure instinct. Taking her lewd instructions to heart, the boy latched back onto her fat lips and began hammering away. Antony's perfect, hairless hips slammed into her orbs with a lewd rhythm. His obscene pistoning was driven by his shapely boy-butt, the powerful muscles hidden beneath the supple bubbles of softness. Mrs Blewitt grabbed her thick, engorged nipples and pressed them against the boy's flawless pubis. The entire sixteen inch magnificence of the boy's sublime seven year old kiddie dick was encased within the dual oceans of softness, a feat no other woman had been able to manage. Thinking only of his own pleasure, treating the mountains of motherhood as a mere fuck-toy, the sex-addicted child mindlessly brought himself closer and closer to orgasm. Little boy cocks were so hyper-sensitive, it usually wasn't difficult to make them cum, only to clean up afterwards! Soon, Antony was making no effort to kiss, just moaning into the mouth of the woman sucking on his tongue.
"Mhf, that's it. Good boy. Go ahead and cum. Spurt spurt spurt~ Just let it all out in my breasts." Crooned the pedophile thirty-something milf into the seven year old boy's ear. Antony groaned and let loose, bucking his tight juvenile hips, absolutely deluging the pedo-whore's cleavage with his boy-sperm. The vast expanse of her cleavage seemed to absorb every ball churning expulsion, as if it was hiding the jizz away to never be seen again. Only the clenches of Antony's perky boy-butt and dimly audible gushing sounds indicated such explosions of nasty kiddie cum were even happening within those unfathomable depths!
Mind blank and legs weak from the powerful orgasm, Antony collapsed to the floor. Her looked up to see Jame's mom wrench apart her massive udders, revealing the absurd volume of boy jelly hiding away! Thick goopy strands of viscous white baby batter connected the two swaying milk tanks as the pedophile pulled up one of her pliant breasts by her thick-as-a-thumb nipple to begin slurping up the spectacular mess.
"Fuck, but little kids really are the best" Moaned Mrs Blewitt between messy mouthfuls. "And I bet there's no way just cumming once is enough for a little stud like you." As she spoke, she pulled a chair over to the kitchen counter before sitting back onto it, placing her feet on the counter-top beside her. The throbbing and winking of her meaty milf pussy was lewdly audible as milky femcum dribbled from her needy slit. Antony got up, practically dragging his boy cock along the kitchen floor as he got to his feet. Stepping up onto the wooden chair, he came face to face with the pedophile's reeking, dark mauve pussy. The slut's hair was neatly trimmed at it spread and flowed down around her fat pussy. It oozed so invitingly as Jame's mom spread it wide for him.
Unexpectedly the kid went down on the slut, wrapping his lips around the aged pussy in a tight vacuum seal. Mrs Blewitt had been expecting the boy to selfishly jam himself balls deep, and was taken aback by the oral sex. Doubly so by how good he was at it! Antony pressed himself deeper, wriggling side to side as he increased the suction, his tongue lavishing the labia sucked into his mouth with attention. His other hand reached up to twist and tug her swollen clit. Mrs Blewitt swooned at how cute Antony looked, staring up at her through the golden wheat field of her pubic hair. Faced with such an eating out, the pedo-whore had no choice but to loudly moan like a bitch in heat! But no matter how well the seven year old child ate milf pussy, she had a nagging itch deep inside that only an obscenely huge boy-cock could reach.
Jame's mom tugged on the boys dark locks, yanking his head back. "Fuck, I cant wait anymore! Jam that fat donkey-dick into me!"
Without further ado, the child pulled back and slapped his mushroom head between her labia, causing her whole pussy to jiggle. Antony began to pump back and forth, getting his girthy head all nice and slick before penetrating her deepest depths. Like a well used glove, Antony's cock slid in like a dream. In one smooth motion, he drove into her uterus, smashing against her womb and making the pedophile howl. Her wet meaty walls clamped down around Antony's invading boy-cock. The shotacon slut began using her decades of experience at milking kiddie dick to massage the rock-hard probing member with her every muscle. Antony's cock was so sensitive, it could feel the blood pulse through her every fold as blood surged to her erogenous zones. Her spongy, soft walls contracted and throbbed around his stiff prick, delightfully massaging the thrusting juvenile member! Unfortunately, the whore's meat-vise wasn't tight enough to peel back his foreskin, something he would have to do by hand. Yanking his hips back, preparing to do so, Jame's mother's pussy visibly bulged as his fat mushroom head was drawn back towards the vulgar point of entry.
"Fuck, I knew you would have a top notch pussy, slut!" Moaned Antony, the praise being music to the ears of a kid-cock addicted pedo-whore. "If I was your son I'd always have the time to fuck this cunt!"
"Nhg, you're...you're huge" was all the shotacon could whimper out, having had all the breath knocked out of her by the fat kiddie dick. An impressive feat, considering she was a pro at taking absurdly hung boys! Foreskin peeled, the child rammed himself back in, causing both whores face's to melt into retarded ahegaos! This was not two people having sex, merely wild animals mindlessly rutting! Kneeling on the chair as he was, it was impossible for Antony to pull hips hips back far enough to actually pop out of the sluts pussy, highlighting just how absurdly long his seven year old prick really was! Each ball-slapping thrust caused his sensitive, flawlessly marble smooth pubis to grind against the course, prickly hair of the woman over four times his age! As he pounded away, he began to roughly maul her milk tanks, his tiny hands sinking into the overwhelmingly soft flesh! Slowly Mrs Blewitt shifted her legs around the boy, wrapping them around his shapely boy bubble butt!
"So that's what all the racket was about. Oh, Antony, I thought it would be James" meekly piped up the man of the house, walking into such a depraved act unfolding in his the kitchen. "With all that noise I couldn't sleep." Clad in only a tank top that stretched around his beer-gut and a pair of boxer shorts that failed to hide the pubic hair travelling up his hips, the blonde husband grabbed a mug from the cabinet and walked over to the full coffee machine. Casually, he poured himself a cup before scooting around the act of pedophilia to grab some milk from the fridge.
"Mpf, morning dear!" groaned the man's wife, dragging out each word with considerable effort between the kid's intense thrusts.
"Honey! You forgot all about the breakfast! This oatmeal is bubbling away!" Cried out the husband, running over to stir the mix as if that was the most significant thing to be occurring in the kitchen.
"Fuck, sorry dear! Kinda -Hng- busy right now!" giggled the mans wife, giving him a kissy face.
Mister Blewitt leaned against the counter sipping his morning coffee, watching the youngster destroy his wife's pussy with such a huge cock. As the sordid act of rutting continued, the grown adult man shifted slightly on his legs as a bulge began to grow in his boxers. Looking to his wife for permission, the man reached down the hem of his shorts to start jerking off. As the man of the house stroked his pathetic adult cock, his meagre mushroom head just barely peaked above the hem boxer briefs, nestled against his gross pubic hair. Emitting only the faintest grunts, the cuck pleasured himself watching his wife fuck the neighbour's boy.
Antony had never had an audience for such an act before. His father would often leave whenever it became clear what was going to unfold, giving the two some privacy. To have such an audience was a completely new sexual experience for the young boy, something he thought impossible by now. Was this normal for James? Despite feeling uneasy because of the new audience, Antony couldn't help but pick up the speed to show off. He began to nail the slut faster, harder, rougher! Making her squeal! The child angled his hips to better show off just how much he was conquering the slut's willing pussy. Each powerful thrust into the milf sent the slut's massive mommy milkers leaping off her chest before slamming back down with a loud plap! Antony wanted to fully display just how much more value he had as a child compared to the gross grown-up men around him. How much the husbands disgusting hairy crotch and small cock failed in the face of Antony's perfectly smooth, outrageously massive boy-cock! To the competitive youth, the idea of so openly submitting to such an act of seizure warranted only contempt. This new act of open cuckoldry stimulated the natural cruelty that slumbers deep within all children, awaking a primal savage urge to dominate and humiliate not yet tempered by maturity!
Before long the man let out a weak grunt as his cock meekly dripped out his insignificant load onto the kitchen floor. Antony could see the contempt in Mrs Blewitts eyes watching her husband's pathetic display before the slut locked eyes with the child submissively. Mr Blewitt grabbed some paper towels to wipe up the mess before simply watching, waiting for the depraved show to reach its spectacular climax. Antony meanwhile was even more shocked at the weakness of Jame's father, not to mention shocked at how good it felt to show off in-front of him! The hung child mercilessly pounded the poor whore's womb, grinding his flaring urethra right against the winking opening of her most feminine chamber.
"Hows my wife's pussy, sport? Isn't she a good kiddie cock-whore?" Asked Jame's father, clearly fully committed to shota supremacy. "I think I married the best child-fucker in town!"
"Uhmf, like, totally" Panted Antony in a cute high pitched squeak. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he wailed.
"Haha, go right ahead you lil' sport! Pump that pedophile full!" Earnestly cheered the housebroken husband.
"DO IT! CREAMPIE ME! Nhg, James already knocked me up, the little motherfucker, so don't worry about it!" Crooned the milf, wrapping her legs tightly around the boy. Pulling out was not an option. "Fill me up with that perfect-age kiddie-cum!"
Needing no encouragement, Antony buried himself balls deep into the woman over four times his age, grinding his urethra directly against the opening of her womb. Rather than throw his head back in the throws of pleasure, Antony couldn't help but gaze at his inferior spectator. The child locked eyes with the adult male as a thick torrent of nasty pre-pubscent boy-sperm flooded out from Antony's dilated piss slit into the man's wife. This woman was shota exclusive! In long, powerful pulses, the boy spurted his ultra fertile genetic material deep into the whore's womb, pumping the chamber full in no time. With an audible SPLRT, cum exploded from between the purple labia and smooth boy-cock, pouring down her massive ass onto the counter-top. Each powerful pulse of the child's cock caused the wave to surge with renewed force. Fifteen pulses. Twenty. Twenty five! Pulse after pulse, it never seemed to stop. The boy's urethra began to feel sore from being forced to disgorge such an abnormally high volume. It seemed as if even the boy's biology wanted to assert dominance over the spectator with an overwhelming display of power. Pure shock and awe tactics on an instinctual level.
Each pulse caused the boy's hairless pubis to pleasantly bulge as absurd amounts of syrupy jizz flowed beneath the marble smooth skin. The boy's hairless peach sized orbs tensed with each blast, slightly shrinking in obscene increments as they sent every last drop up the pipes. Every throbbing expulsion was accompanied by lewd moans from the woman and boy alike.
At long last, both parties shaking, the slut released her leg lock from the boy. Antony had to step a foot off the chair to properly yank his cum-slick prick from the overstuffed cunt of the shotacon. A veritable waterfall followed, cascading down the drawers in a reeking, gunky mess. Mrs Blewitt ran her fingers through the molasses-like goo pouring from her bushy womanhood affectionately.
"Mhm, its a good thing my son became fertile before I met you." purred the pedo-milf. "Why dont you go pay him a visit now and give us some alone time?"
Limp for now, Antony quickly yanked up the shorts from around his knees. He had almost forgotten all about James. The boy cast one last furtive glance back at the swooning wife and pathetic husband before taking his leave, freeing them to whatever they saw fit. Antony passed through a house he already knew like the back of his hand before reaching his familiar destination: Jame's room. Antony yanked back the door without even knocking first. The youngster was greeted by the sight of his friend lying back on the bed, having his cock throated by Antony's bleach blonde, empty-headed, sperm guzzling bubble butt bimbo of a sister!
"Sup, dude?" Casually asked James as Sally gagged on his fat cock. "Sounds like you, like, totally went to town on my mom! God, what a fucking skank!"
"Hey, I just paid you back for what you did to my mom when you came over for dinner!" fired back the Grant boy. "It's not often my mom gets to fuck a shota in the same league as me!"
With a lewd pop, Sally freed her dick-sucking-lips of the himbo's massive prick. "Bro, what the fuck, get out of here! You can't just walk in on your sis giving head like this!" Even as she spoke, she was kissing the massive pink mushroom-head of her little brother's best friend. To stop worshipping such a phallus for so long like this was an awesome feat of willpower by the blonde's usual standards
"C'mon, dont talk like that Sal'!" Whined the horny youngster, slapping his cock against her face. "Stop being such a downer! Lets just get back to it already, I know you want my cum." James bounced on his sculpted bubble butt, causing his overly full sperm tanks to enticingly wobble. Sally licked her lips. She could practically hear all the perfect-age kiddie cum sloshing around in those smooth peach sized orbs. Her moment as hesitation passed as Sally once again began thinking with her pussy.
Antony bore witness to his sixteen year old cheerleader sister giving expert head to his best friend. Sally made obscenely nasty choking sounds as she throated that boy-cock. Ohg! Hrlg! Glrk! Yet despite her noisy protests, she successfully placed her fat lips on the marble smoothness of Jame's pubis. Sally did have a large collection of massive dildos to practice on, after all! Antony had to confess he was jealous of James, getting to experience what the little brother had desired for as long as he could remember. He could feel his shorts begin to tent as he watched inch after inch of hung little boy cock vanished behind the vapid blonde's plush lips. Despite unloading his hairless nuts mere minutes ago, they were already feeling uncomfortably packed.
"Fuck~ dude~ Your sister is fucking great at blowjobs! Most girl's cant even take me down their throat but she's devouring it whole! Such a pro suck-slut!" Moaned James without a hint of decency.
Eager to hide his incestuous erection, Antony faced away and began inspecting his friend's room. Unlike David's massive collection of anime merchandise, the room displayed Jame's outdoor inclinations. Almost every variety of sports ball was cast somewhere in the room, be it for soccer, football, rugy, baseball or even volleyball. The posters were mostly lewd celebrity photo shoots and lurid swimsuit shoots of toned female athletes. The room was just as messy as it's occupant's head. The air fresheners did little remove the intense reek of sweaty boyish cock-musk that saturated the kid's bedroom. The usual pigsty conditions were further exacerbated by the fact Sally hadn't left the Blewitt household in several days, choosing to be a live-in fuck-piggie for the obscenely young stud. This was to be expected by anyone that knew Sally well. Once she got a taste of how much meat James was packing, the size-queen wouldn't leave even if he begged her to.
Hearing his friends high pitched moans reach a cresendo, Antony looked back to see the spectacular climax. Safely behind Sally, the brother was free to admire his sister's curvaceous body. The teenage bimbo's legs were spread, giving Antony full view of his sister finger fucking her sopping cunt. A wave of desire washed over the lad, begging him to breed his family. Instead, he placated himself by watching his friend turn her mouth into his cum-dump.
"UwoH~ FUCK IM FUCKING CUMMING!" Wailed James as he was practically lifted off the bed by the force of his writhing.
Sally utterly fail to contain the deluge in her mouth. Thick blasts of pearly goo burst from her dick-sucking-lips and nostrils, flying out with absurd force. If even the boys mothers, with their decades of experience of guzzling kiddie-cum could barely contain such tidal waves, then a mere teenager had no chance. Especially when a stallion-like breeding stud like James was nutting out his thick boy sperm with the force of a fire hose! Indeed, the Blewitt boy began to giggle at the silly spectacle of Sally stemming the flood as effectively as a finger in a hole can keep a boat afloat.
"Hey dude, watch this!" Called James, Waving Antony over.
Once Antony was in position, James rammed his dilated piss-slit into the bimbo's nasal cavity. Immediately, two finger thick streams erupted from her button nose with a nasty blowing sound. The beams shot out with enough force that a solid unbroken strand two yards long ran along the boys bed and onto the floor and wall respectively! This was just the first of many, as pulse after pulse fired out with less and less force until the boy had finished cumming. The poor slut was now left with the disgusting task of clearing her abused sinuses! The Himbo shota's cock popped out of the plush lips, loudly slapping against his toned midsection.
"God, you looked so stupid like that Sally! I loved it! Don't you agree Antony?" Asked the himbo, gently stroking his spent cock.
"Yeah, it was pretty hot..." Shyly confessed the brother.
"Sucking me off in-front of your own brother! What a massive slut you are Sal! Nhg, but sluts like you really are the best. Fuck that lovey-dovey shit!" Moaned the shota, basking in bliss.
Sally nosily blew her nose. "You little brat! Just cause you have a big dick you think you can do anything" Despite her best efforts to sound angry, there was no way the bimbo could hide how much she loved anything James did to her for even a second. She was already plating worshipping kisses on the pillar that had ravaged her poor sinuses. "Fuck~ cuz' you're right y'know". All pretense of scolding was dropped. She just couldn't help herself!
"Anyway slut, I'm done with you for now. Go find some other hung kid to worship, I wanna go play with your lil' bro now. Unless you wanna tag along~" Teased the himbo. As James got up he grabbed the erect boy-cock tenting his best friends shorts and whipped it out, putting Antony's massive length of full display. "You like 'em hung, don't you? We could have a threesome!"
Living around Antony, there was no way Sally had avoided seeing her little brothers cock. Normally, it was buried deep inside her whore mom. Out of sight, out of mind. But seeing it here, Seeing a hung shota so brazenly wave around the massive cock of his friend, it was such a sexy depraved sight to Sally. Seeing her brothers fucking massive perfect bitch breaker, she couldn't help but be curious how good it would feel to fuck it. It probably helped that the teenager's already low intelligence was still swamped by afterglow, muddling her already meagre thinking capacity. Soon, social norms overruled her size queen tendency, and she realized it would be totally wrong to hop on that fat donkey dick and ride it till her brain turned to mush.
"Ew, what ever. Maybe Gwen was right, maybe you are, like, a creep!" Huffed the bimbo as she got up to leave the room, still blowing sperm from her nose. James slapped her bubble butt as she left before turning to his best friend. Realizing he was still holding on, the himbo let go of his best friend's turgid cock.
"So, whats up?" Asked the boy in a tone so casual it was as if the events of the past few minutes didn't even register. "Man, your sister sucks a good cock. Are they all such pros?"
"Dude, Why didnt you tell me you knocked your mom up?" Asked Antony, interrupting his friends musings.
"Oh yeah, uh, like, I just forgot to dude. She did the test, like, a few weeks back or somethin'. If you're worried about what I did to your mom, I didn't creampie her." The shota gave a good natured punch to his friends shoulder. "I know you want to breed that pedo-cunt you mother fucker!"
"Nah dude, I'm not worried. I know you wouldn't do that." Said the boy, slipping his hands into his pockets in an attempt to look casual. "I'm just happy for you is all. Your mom is gonna look like so sexy with a giant preggo belly. What did your dad think?"
"My old man? He's down for it. Mom didn't even have to twist his arm or nothin'." Bragged the blonde child. "I don't think your dad is as down with that as mine is, judging by the looks he gave me when last time I was over."
"Yeah, he can be like that." Groaned Antony, wishing he hadn't brought up the fathers. "So, like, what do you want to do? I wonder if David is awake this early"
Without a seconds pause James grabbed his phone off his nightstand and dialed up his friend. "Hey dude, get the fuck outta bed or your mom's pussy or whatever. Meet me and Antony at the 'Bunny Burger' in town in an hour! I don't give a fuck if you just woke up!" James hung up and turned to his friend. "He'll meet us there. Lets grab our bikes." Like always, a huge idiotic grin spread across the child's face. Making plans always came so easily to the himbo. Everything was always so simple and straightforward to him.
Grabbing up piles of clothes from the dirty piles, James gave each one a quick whiff to find what was clean. The seven year old quickly threw on a Y-back loose tank-top and purple track-jacket, both tailor-cut at his chest, loosely billowing open to flash his cute barely hidden nipples. Draw-stringed athletic shorts hung obscenely low on his tight hips, flashing his hairless pubic mound. The lad finished off his revealing outfit with a baseball cap that read 'BOYSLUT' on the underside of the rim. He turned to see his best friend staring at him without reservation.
"Damn, dude, like what you see?" Teased the himbo. "Watching me get dressed, what are you, gay?"
"It's definitely a great look for you. Girls like it when you show off the goods." Responded a blushing Antony, trying to reframe the purpose of his staring. He reached out to run a finger from the cut of the shirt to the waistband of the shorts. "Chicks love a toned boy-bod."
"Yeah, I know." Grinned the blonde shota. The boy thrust himself against the exploring finger of his friend.
The two children passed out of James's room, walking into the kitchen to find the man and woman of the Blewitt household sharing a moment. Jame's mom was receiving a little shoulder rub as she enjoyed her morning coffee. It was as if the couple had totally forgotten the railing she had received from the neighbour's boy mere moments ago, instead looking for all the world like the typical American family. Antony couldn't help but feel a bit envious of James for having such a hen-pecked father. But then again, the boy also enjoyed seeing his own father get annoyed every time he fucked the man's wife. Children can be cruel at times.
"Hey dad, me n' my friend are gonna head out. Can I have some cash?" Piped up the Blewitt progeny like a total brat.
Without even batting an eye Jame's father grabbed his wallet and handed the boy a fistful of dollar bills. He was totally committed to his role as provider for the family. James grabbed the cash then ran up to give his mom a quick goodbye kiss. Quick kiss quickly turning into an elongated french kiss that verged on becoming a lewd tongue fuck! As they parted, messy bridges of spit connected the son's lips to his mother's.
"C'mon dude! Lets go!" Beamed the boy.
"You two have fun out there" Cooed the buxom mother. "Antony, you're always welcome in my house, dear."
Perched upon their bikes, the two besties were eager to get all they could take from the promise of a new day. The scenery the duo peddled past was like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life. The American suburbs were roused to life by the morning sun's warm glow, and it seemed as if no one wanted to waste a moment. Soccer nets were set up on the quiet roads as youngsters engage in playful competition. Industrious children ran lemonade stands to help passersby bear the burden of the sun's heat. Troops of boys clutching cheap fishing rods were determined to make the long walks to the creeks and rivers of the town's outskirts. The crack of cap guns could be heard as the usual neighbourhood battles of cow-boys versus Indians were waged in flowerbeds and gardens. Though as usual, finding kids willing to play the loser Indians was difficult. The world was theirs to enjoy, and the children knew it.
Seamlessly interlaced into this childish fun was the obscene act of little boys nailing older girls. the lines between the two pastimes was so completely blurred as to be never distinguished. Antony and James could hear the sounds of incestuous love-making sail out of every open window they passed. The cute high pitched moans of children and the cooing of the woman they railed Neighbourhood boys enlisted their teenage sisters to act as cheerleaders to the young sports stars, turning every game into an opportunity to peacock before the pedo-whores. The lemonade stands sold to an exclusive female customer base, eager to chug the frothy fluid. Mothers donning feathered headbands in an offensive imitation of the American Indian were taken as the spoils of war by victorious cow-boys. Children were eager to re-enact the righteous genocide they saw depicted in so many films; especially the breeding of the squaws. Woe to the vanquished indeed!
As all this degeneracy unfolded, the older boys and fathers of the small town were simply getting by, rendered almost invisible. The men were strangers among their own while the boys were at home among strangers. Dads mowed lawns and watered the grass. Teens went to smoke pits to get away from it all, least they be reminded of what they lost. For them, getting laid by horny shotacons had been replaced by boozing and fish-tailing in empty parking-lots. Some instead chose to hide away in front of screens, not daring to venture out into a world that didn't want them. Anything to get away from the tyranny of youth and those who indulged it. It was hard to be convinced of the exceptionalism of traditional American values when they were not one of the privileged. Yet Shotaconism was so entrenched in society it seemed impossible for the disenfranchised to assail it.
None of this mattered much to the two besties. As far as they were concerned, they would be young forever. Thus, this world around them, being all they knew, seemed quite alright to them and was much to their liking. Indeed, they had been instructed since birth to be proud of their status as born Americans. They saw on the television and learned in class that beyond the iron curtain the godless soviets, whoever they were, didn't allow kids to do what came naturally! Such a state of affairs certainly sounded awful to the sex addicted kids, who knew the reds were definitely bad guys! If duck-and-cover drills in school was the price to pay to bang every woman they fancied, it was certainly worth the price.
Antony and James yanked their bikes to a halt before one of the many fast food chains that dominated the landscape. The Iconic bunny-eared sign reared into the blue sky, an open invitation to all American boys for some wholesome family fun. The was already high in the sky by this point.
The boys passed the time by scrolling through an endless feed of porn on their phones. After only a few minutes of waiting, a car pulled up to the side of the building, not even bothering to enter a parking space. The door opened and a long slender leg swung out. Their long awaited third musketeer, David Kochanski, had arrived. The boy was donning a cute black anime branded hoodie with bunny ears swaying from the hood that, in addition to his dark bangs, hid his cute face. A sling bag hung from his left shoulder, covered in lewd hentai pins. A pair of low rise ripped denim cutoffs that were so short the pockets peeked out looked stuffed to the breaking point by the kid's oversized package. Indeed, the bulge seemed to hang down lower than the ripped cutoffs! His long, slender legs were sheathed in lilac thigh-highs that emphasized their sheer curvaceous length. Antony couldn't help but acknowledge just how cute and fuckable his friend looked in that outfit.
"Thanks for the ride, sis." The boy called, turning to face the car. As he leaned back in, both boys got a full view of the bottom curve of their friend's pert boy-butt peeking out from under the rough denim edge. Hanging down between his feminine legs was the absurd denim bulge that tried its best to contain his absurdly huge boy-cock!
"Uhg. Whatever. Just don't bother me for a ride back, twerp." Came the icy retort. "I have to go pick up my friends."
As David walked to greet his friends, Antony's eyes remained rapt by the beauty behind the steering wheel. The youth couldn't help but pop a boner once he saw how sexy the older sister was! A college age woman whose cold expression did little to detract from just how smoking hot she was! Her Raven black hair was packed into a tight bun, two chin length strands framing her alert, predatory face. Her features were angular, almost harsh, yet that only imbued her with the feral beauty of a tigress; a queen of the jungle.
The rest of her body did little to abait the tigress comparison. The woman was nothing but lean, supple muscle that indicated a passion for aerobics. Every square inch of her body was toned to lithe perfection. Her slim figure was on full display with her tight black leather pants and figure hugging button down crimson blouse. Designer sunglasses hung from the pocket of her trim leather jacket. She didn't even bother to wave goodbye as she sped off, leaving Antony in awe of her beauty. God, he wanted to fuck her so bad!
"Dude! Your sister is so fucking hot!" Antony exclaimed, throwing a shoulder around his friend.
"Yeah, I know." Cutely confided David. "Normally she's nicer, Lucy's just annoyed she had to drive me out here. She's actually very sweet." As the boy spoke of his sister, Antony noticed a conspicuous pulse in the rugby-ball sized bulge in his friend's shorts, like some primal beast roused from slumber. A dark patch quickly stained the obscene denim mountain as a glistening bead of precum formed on the soaked fabric.
"Why didn't you tell me you had such a hot sister?" Queried the Grant boy.
"Aha, thats cuz, like, David's a total sis-con dude. He didn't want you getting that pussy!" Teased James. "Look at his fucking dick, dude! Getting aroused already!"
"Shut up, dude! That's not it at all." Whined David bashfully, covering his throbbing member. "I just didn't get the chance to. I haven't hung with you guys offline since Antony got in town."
"I think the real question is what are you wearing dude? Looks kinda gay to me." Giggled Antony, giving the slender shota a playful smack on his bouncy ass.
"Hmph, dude, my sis picked it out. She said I looked cute." David's tone cut a perfect balance between pouting and bragging. "I think she's right." He added as a quick afterthought.
"Well, whatever. What's the holdup?" Asked the himbo. "We gonna fag out over David's ass or are we gonna go bang some hot bunny girls?" As usual, he cut straight to the chase.
None of the boys could offer a counter argument to James's proposal. The three besties, eager to be rid of any lingering gay vibes, turned to enter the fast food location. Bubblegum rock heralding their arrival, the shotas were instantly reminded why this chain restaurant was an American staple and quickly taking the world by storm. It was a corporate committee designed paradise engineered towards the simple truth that the best way to milk a family's wallet was to milk their boy's cock. Nowhere was this more evident then the dress of their under-payed waitresses: The mostly high-school sluts were clad in lewd variations of the archetypal bunny-girl outfit! Budding puberty was on full display as the revealing costumes put the goods on full blast. Each platform heeled step threatened a nip slip as perky bosoms jiggled and swayed. The super high-leg strapless leotards flowed around the pinchable asses and feminine hips of the eager pedo-sluts. Puffy teenage camel-toe protested their tight confines. Without exception, the fishnet, nylon or latex clad legs of the girls were soaked in a milky film of arousal. Each faux-fur covered leotard had a delicious cut-out on their ass from which their fluffy tailed butt-plugs were proudly displayed. As was company policy, the trio were quickly greeted at the door.
"Hi~ Welcome to Bunny-burger! Fuck like rabbits, eat like kings" Beamed one of the waitresses, clearly working a quick job outside of highschool. The fact her professional obligation was to be a good pedo-whore for any boy who walked in was no doubt influential on her choice of employment as well. "Let me take you to your table."
Hypnotized by the thinly veiled bobbing ass, the three children followed the bunny girl to a tacky plastic table. The entire interior decour of the restaurant was designed to look like some cartoony garden as if the children had stumbled onto a set for a kids show. Walls were covered in murals of rolling countryside hills, a bright cheerful cartoon scenery that was sharply contrasted by the lewd shadows of pedophilic mating cast upon them. Further adding to the country garden vibe were the walls dividing the tables from one another, fashioned like white picket fences.
By this time of day, the fast food joint was quite packed; the sounds of lewd pedophilic mating echoing through the colourful interior. Whether it was whole family outings or groups of elementary school friends, business was banging. Despite the fact this chain restaurant was little more than a thinly veiled brothel for kids, there were no private rooms. Instead, the sex-workers plied their trade openly and without shame. Thus, each plastic seating arrangement gave ample accommodations for fucking to ensure utmost customer satisfaction. Teenaged boys held to themselves, trying to enjoy their meal in peace.Fathers and mothers ate as their sons ploughed the perverse bunny-girls mere inches away.
"We've only just opened so there aren't many girls yet. If your request overlaps with another customer's, please be a good little boy and share your toy!" Cooed the waitress, tussling Antony's hair. "Remember, touching is free but anything more you have to pay. Scan the QR code on the table to see our selection of services from the menu. Remember; Fuck like rabbits, eat like kings!"
The three elementary school kids seated themselves on the garish plastic. The waitress hummed to herself in anticipation, her drenched legs betraying the fact she couldn't wait for the three cuties to order.
"I want a mommy-milk shake. And for my friends too!" Piped up David. "That comes with a free toy, right?"
"That's right, we just got a fresh shipment of the new card-master tie-ins. And what a good boy you are, being so generous to your pals like that. What do your two adorable friends want to order?" As she spoke, she was already grinding her thighs together in anticipation. She probably would have worked here for free, judging by the look in her eyes.
"Nhg, like, I jus' wanna fuck~" Moaned James, already having freed his boy cock for a stroke session.
"Oh, that's no good! You have to pick something off the menu." Crooned the waitress. "Here at Bunnyburger we pride ourselves on having the sluttiest selection of sex acts for children to order from!" She seemed well versed in company rhetoric.
"We'll take the over-n-under table morning special" Interjected Antony.
"Ooo, thats the perfect way for a kid to start the mornin'" Beamed the Shotacon. "Just let me grab you those shakes first." Payment acquired, the teen had a skip in her step as she bounced away. Or would have, had she not been restricted by her 'fuck me' heels to an ultra feminine gait.
"Nhg, dude, the 'over-n-under' special only comes with a blowjob!" Whined James. "I wanna fertilize some chick's fuckin' eggs dude. Just fuckin' spurt all my cum all up in her then bounce. Aha, like, mindless creampie sex feels so fuckin good~." Already the child's face had melted in an ahegao.
"Fuck, you're such a trashy slut. How many chicks you think you've knocked up by this point? A hundred?" Asked David, already heating up from the lewd conversation.
"Dude, I can't even count past my fingers n' toes. I failed the last math test, remember?" Moaned the horny himbo. "I don't give a fuck how many skanky sluts I turn into mommies, just so long as I can creampie 'em. They can get a fuckin' abortion after for all I care."
"Dude, don't ever stop being such a whore." Giggled Antony. Even if he had his own impregnation preferences, the lad couldnt deny how fucking hot his friend's breeding habits were! James was so sexy as a brainless pump-n-dump shota. The athletic youngster's sheer obsession with mindless, brain-numbing pleasure did arouse the more casual Grant boy. Did thinking his friend was hot make him gay? The lad was mostly convinced no.
Whether or not turning grown-ups into mommies was something special or not was a hot button issue among the lucky few fertile shotas of America, a debate the three besties were eager to engage in again and again. Whatever the conclusion, one thing was certain: The willingness of women to get bred by some random kid they don't even know the name of who takes no responsibility was never in doubt. Free love and swinger culture reigned supreme among women, with only mothers being gate-kept by their pre-pubescent sons. Even that sacred bond required respect, however, as sons too weak to prevent others from taking it were quick to discover. Maintaining exclusivity on a uterus was something that required constant upkeep on the part of a territorial boy. A kid who was too weak to maintain his authority over a pussy deserved to lose it! Husbands got zero say, and the reign of a son over his mother's cunt ended when his divine childish beauty was ruined by puberty.
"Growing young boys just need their milk, don't they?" Came a husky voice that interrupted their obscene conversation.
The boys turned to see their waitress had returned, leading another girl on a leash like cattle. Fitting, considering the newcomer was dressed as yet another of the classic 'Bunnyburger' characters, 'Milky Molly'. A striking contrast the high-schooler in bunny garb, this woman was a stunning red-head in her mid thirties by the looks of it. She was donning cow-ears and a tail, further complimented by cow-print thigh-highs and elbow gloves. Completing her look was the name tag hanging off her ear, her cow-bell choker, and septum ring that the leash was attached too.
Most attention grabbing of all, however, was the woman's weighty, overflowing milk-tanks that positively flowed from her narrow chest. The two orbs of meat were overwhelming in their ripe fullness, each motherly globe far surpassing the size of her head. Each lusty breath she took sent ripples through the wobbling ocean of feminine flesh. The only relief for the poor woman's back came from a lacey cow-print lactation bra from which completely showed off her dark, swollen areolae. The massive dark mounds looked fit to burst, ready to unleash a torrent of nurturing mothers milk. Her thick nipples, already stimulated by the ring piercings, were already drenched in beads of breastmilk.
"Gosh, I just need to be milked so bad! I felt like I was gonna spring a leak soon!" Each lewd word was whispered in a hushed motherly tone that filled the boys with nostalgic nursing memories.
The lactating beauties younger co-worker placed the milkshakes on the table before leaning the top-heavy slut over. "Well?" The bunny girl beamed. "Are you just gonna watch?"
Three pairs of hands instantly shot out, sinking into the overwhelming softness of the jiggly flesh. Countless needle thin streams of milk erupted from the busty whore's thick dark nipples. The boys fought over which of the three tall glass cups would receive the most mother's milk, creating a spectacular mess. The slut groaned in pleasure as her milk-jugs were squeezed and prodded by the hands of three horny brats. By the time the streams of milk ebbed to a mere dribble, the three kids must have milked at least a pint of nurturing mommy milk into their overflowing shakes. A tug on the nose ring lead the walking milk dispenser away.
"Dude, she was so hot!" Moaned James. "Bunny-burger definitely has the sluttiest mascots!"
"Nhg, I dunno, dude. The clown girls at 'Cunt Circus' are pretty sexy too!" Groaned the otaku shota. "We should go there sometime too!"
"So, like, what age did you guys stop breast feeding? I think I was like five." Joked Antony, sucking down the thick milky treat.
"Yeah, that was probably around the same for me." Grinned David. "I used to love bed-times when my mom would just read and stroke while I sucked her tits dry."
"Well, like I never stopped." Proudly fessed James. "You've seen my mom's fucking tits! She fucking loves to give me nursing handjobs for hours n' hours. I just get to guzzle it all down and not even having to think about nothin." It was clear the athletic himbo's diet was full of protein.
"Dude, next time I come over, we should do that together! I bet she'd love doing it for two boys at once." Moaned Antony, already envisioning how much James's mom would pamper him.
"Speaking of sharing cunts, I just wanna like, let you know I didn't creampie Sally." Moaned James as he guzzled his breast-milk shake. "Nhg, I'm saving that for you!"
Antony spluttered into his own shake. He looked up blushing at his friend. Antony didn't know what surprised him more: The audacity of the comment or how his himbo friend who was permanently pussy-drunk had seen right through him! "W-What are you talking about, dude? That's gross!" He managed to stutter out. Despite so much being permitted, there were still a few rules of decency that governed shota-on-women fucking: Don't fuck a loli, don't fuck your sister. Admitting to either transgression was a serious slight for any horny kid to fess up to.
"Dude, like, don't be so embarrassed. David creampies his sister all the time!" As James spoke perhaps a little too loudly, he gave his otaku friend a hearty slap on the back.
"JAMES!" Squeaked out the cute blushing gamer boy. "Don't tell him that!"
"Whats the problem? We're all friends here." Said the blonde kid with a self righteous look on his face. "Besides, its true, ain't it?"
Now it was David's turn to feel embarrassed. The poor boy shrunk into his seat, trying to hide his shame. "Yeah, its true." As the boy spoke it was barely above a whisper.
"Nhg! Dude! That's so hot!" Moaned Antony, leaning into his friends ear. "Not gonna lie, kinda jealous. She's such a hottie. No wonder you wanted her all to yourself! I bet you raw dog her on the daily."
"Yeah~" Peeped David, feeling relived by his new friend accepting his degeneracy. Feeling emboldened, a lewd ahegao spread across his face as he prepared to share the degenerate details. "Fuck, dude, she's such a good fuck! She's normally an ice bitch in-front of everyone else, but that's just cause she's trying to hide our love. When its just us, she lets it all go and becomes my submissive little meat-toilet. Having a sister as your jizz-rag is just so fucking hot dude. She's on the pill so our parents don't find out, but she promised to have my baby before I grew too old for her."
"Yeah, and Antony wants to do, like, the same thing to all three of his sisters. Turn them into incest loving cum-dumps. Got any tips for getting that sister pussy hooked on lil' brother dick?" Beamed the himbo shota. "Fuck, I can't blame you two. If I, like, had a sister I'd nail the fuck outta her."
A new sense of connection washed over the three shotas. Each of them had found an oasis in the desert; someone of the same mindset they could confide their deepest, dark dirty secrets too. Such a thing was a treasure to the kids. The three of them hunched over the table, close enough to kiss each other, and wallowed in sinfully incestuous stories of sister fucking. Only the arrival of their 'over-n-under morning special' interrupted their lewd congress.
The waitress placed down three plates: pancakes drowning in an ocean of butter and syrup. Few aphrodisiacs could compete with a horny brat on a sugar rush. The pack of lewdly decorated children's playing cards was dropped off for David with a quick 'Here you go, cutie".
As the trio dug in, their waitress slid onto the soft astroturf grass padding beneath the table to complete the 'under' part of the special. The boys shivered as they felt their waistbands tugged down, exposing three engorged trunks of juvenile fuck-meat raring to go. "Fuck! You three brats are really packing! Such big carrots for such a lil' bunny!"
Antony watched as David's face was the first to melt. The sounds of a horny suck-slut hard at work echoed from under the table to the delight of all who lent an ear. It was such a messy and wet sound, the kind only heard when a master cock-sucker practises her art. Through the transparent plastic table Antony could ogle the sight of the waitress treat David to her mouth-pussy. The otaku moaned and rolled his hips, reaching under the table to grab a handful of the pedo-whore's hair.
As the underpaid teenager worshipped the fifteen inch fuck-rod of a seven year old kid, her hands had not been idle. She lustily reached out to stroke the boyhoods of the other two youths seated at the table. Much to her delight, she found that both lads were also packing total bitch-breakers; one longer, one thicker. The bunny-girl quicky went all out, focusing her hands on stroking the sensitive pink mushroom-heads. In response, thick rivers of viscous pre-cum flooded from the boy's piss-slits, lubricating more frantic stroking.
"Hah, like, you look so stupid right now Dave! You should totally see your face." Moaned Antony as he snapped a pic of his ahegaoing friend. As much as the Grant boy loved fucking, fucking with friends was almost even better! He loved the free-swinging spirit that came with a fuck-fest; everyone just spacing out and having fun. Seeing the cute faces the other shotas made was the cherry on top.
Without warning, the shotacon quickly switched to gagging on the blonde himbo's turgid trunk of shota fuck-meat, treating David to her hand instead. The pedophile high-schooler constantly switched which cutie got to enjoy her talented mouth, bringing one closer to orgasm as her delicate hands kept the fire burning on the other two. Slowly, she was working the hung besties to what would no doubt be a spectacular three-way climax! The bunny-girl paid attention to the children's breathy moans and high-pitched squeaks of pleasure. She felt their kiddy-dicks throb and watched their piss-slits flare in preparation.
"C'mon boys! Just fucking cover me! Turn me into your slutty jizz rag! Gimme all that yummy perfect-age sperm sloshing around those fat hairless nuts! I wanna be fucking bukakke'd by three young studs!" The urgency in her voice revealed the sincerity of the fast food employee. It wasn't often such gifted children walked in on her shift!
Antony, James and David all mewled in sublime submission to pleasure as they unloaded their smooth hairless balls all over the shotacon slut. Minds blanked as the orgasm washed over them. Each stud could nut out enough to drench a pedo-whore, but combined the features of the slut were totally swallowed up by a torrent of piping hot thick kiddy-cum one rope at a time. Not even the bunny-girl's mother could recognize her through the pearly mask of sticky shota-slime now dripping down her face.
"Muah! Kiddy-cum, kiddy-cum, so much fucking kiddy-cum! Little boy cocks are the best! Ehe, its so good, so good, so GOOD~" The pedo-whore wailed in sinful appreciation of her partner's plentiful discharges. Again and again each dilated uretha unloaded onto the dainty face and chest of the busty teenager without end. Each finger thick blast of boy-sperm drew out delightfully high pitched moans from the children who were now lying face down against the tables in total euphoria. The trio's voices joined the choir of shota moans reverberating through the plastic paradise.
Eventually the powerful blasts of the kids faded to a mere oozing. Coated, the bunny-girl withdrew herself out from under the table. To say that she was a mess was an understatement. Her femine features were almost hidden under the sheer volume of child sperm so thick as to have utter contempt for gravity as it stubbornly clung to her face in sloppy globs. Bubbles formed from the corners of her lips and messily blew from her button nose. Her once pristine hair was now heavy and wet with a glistening splattering of pre-pubescent genetic material. Only the barest hints dripped down, thick slimy rivers of pearl white goo slowly joining the absurd mess covering her shoulders and breasts. A perfect reward for all her hard work.
"Nhg, like, fuck, you three studs really went all out." The pedowhore let out a giggle as she swiped the mess off her eyes. Company policy was clear, however: clean-up only came at the end of shift. "Be sure to take a picture and tag us on snapshota! I hope you boys come back real soon." The bunny-girl ahegao'd and struck a double victory pose as the children snapped pics of the slutty display. Such photos would simply be one among millions uploaded with the hashtag 'Bunnyburger' each day. Without further ado, the bukkake'd whore left the table to wait upon more cute young customers.
"Dude, that was so fucking good~" Moaned James, standing up to yank his shorts back into place.
"Yeah, plus I got a new pack for my 'Card master' deck." David said excitedly, tearing open the wrapping to reveal the lusty artwork of the trading cards.
"Like, yeah, for sure." Panted Antony, still riding a post orgasm high. "So, like, now what?"
The question seemed to stop everything in its tracks. No one had even seemed to consider this eventuality! The children sheepishly grinned at each other, amused by their own lack of foresight. The first day of the weekend was before the kids and still brimming with untapped lewd possibilities. Even though it was still barely noon, the already high tally of sexual encounters the boys had already wracked up today faded into the background, falling into a haze dimly known as 'not now'. Instead, their minds were cast to what other pedo-whores could give them a quick lay. That is, save for David.
"Hey, I know. James, we should take Antony to 'the spot'." The otaku stood up, trying to pull the himbo to his feet. "C'mon, that would be so cool!"
"The spot?" Asked Antony, curiosity piqued.
"You sure dude? You know we have to go near that part of town." James sounded a bit nervous.
"It wont be an issue. There's three of us." Reassured David. "Besides, it'll be worth it."
"Nhg, I still dunno dude. That's a long way off. We don't even have any snacks." Groaned James, uncharacteristically acting as a voice of reason. "Think you're up for a walk like that, Dave?"
David fell silent, torn between two desires. Clearly, the scale of the journey seemed an issue to the un-atheletic otaku. Yet, the desire of a young boy to show off a cool pace to a friend was one of the most powerful desires a shota could feel. The boy to'd and fro'd, stuck by his indecision.
"Like, dudes, that's not a problem. We can just throw some snacks in Dave's back." Piped up Antony. "Besides, if he gets tired, we can give him a piggy back ride. He's pretty light." Antony gave David a playful smack on the hip, emphasizing the fact the more nerdy kid was the had the slightest build of the three.
"Yeah!" Now that the problem had been solved, a fire had been lit in Dave's eyes. "Yeah, that's perfect!"
"Aha, like, sure thing dude. Dave's so light, the heaviest part of him is probably that big swingin' dick of his anyway!" Giggled James.
Purpose regained, the three besties set off on their adventure with the enthusiasm only a child could muster. Not even the promise of more pussy inside the bunny-burger could stop them! Popping into a nearby convenience store, the trio were immediately greeted by the sight of some shotas double teaming one of the cleaning staff. The American economy ran on the labour of unskilled third wold immigrants that had no choice bu to adapt to the strong shotacon culture, and this was no exception. The two hung American boys were introducing the expat to her new normal, much to her delight. None of this larger context even entered into the head of Antony, James, nor David. Instead the kids simply saw another pedo-whore getting dicked. Taking no heed, they headed to the massive candy section, where each package promised to bestow long lasting erections. Sugar rushes were the most potent aphrodisiac a young boy could have, after all. David's sling bag was quickly filled with candy-bars and sodas over anything sensibly nutritious. Boys will be boys! Provisions secured, Antony allowed the other two boys to take the lead.
From their starting point of the strip mall that made up the centre of the 'Lush Mounds' shopping district, the besties were in the middle of where pedophilia mixed with business. Indeed, such a thing was the lifeblood of small town America. Every single strip store and chain restaurant was a shining beacon of shotaconism eager to draw in the parent's wallets of every young customer. Zoning laws had further turned the shopping area into a walk-able, family friendly haven complete with recreational spaces that were similarly occupied. But for once the garish signs and haze of lurid sex acts failed to capture the attention of the youths.
James lead towards the old section of town, dating back to the founding of 'Lush Mounds'. Here was found the still-in-use wooden church with its gable roof, the old schoolhouse, and the local museum that proudly displayed rusting farm equipment out front. Most important, however, was the overgrown and rusted train-tracks that James now followed. Skipping from rotten plank to plank, the boys went where the rails took them. Passing the time, the youths eagerly discussed the merits of tits or ass, whether impregnation should be special, and how the stigma against sister fucking was total bullshit. Such topics were an endless well of conversation. No matter how many times the kids talked about sex, there was always something left to discuss!
The trio barely noticed how the tracks took them to the edge of the bad side of town. They took no heed of how the colourful gleam seemed to vanish and was replaced with a wretched dullness. The pleasant singing of birds swapped for the mournful caws of crows as if nature itself was warning them. Around them, heads ducked behind drawn curtains and doors locked. The expensive playgrounds seemed to have been transformed into places of public punishment and humiliation. The joy of making love seemed to have been replaced with the violence of pleasure.
From the corner of his eye, Antony noticed as several children on BMX bikes trailing beside them on the far sidewalk. The bikes looked expensive, kitted out with custom high-rise handlebars and slick coats of paint. The riders were similarly dressed in branded shirts and designer shoes. Like spectres, the bikes shadowed Antony, James and David. A palpable tension settled over the trio, who tried not to stare at the following shadows. The riders never caught up or slowed down, instead merely keeping tabs on the three newcomers to this sinful domain. The density of houses faded as the train tracks lead past the edge of the edge of town, giving way to empty acres of open farmland. As the town faded so did the pursuers, leaving the three boys alone once again. By now, hours had passed, and even the farmhouses faded as the tracks were swallowed up by the approaching treeline.
Without warning, David let out a sigh and sat himself down. "Fuck man, I'm fuckin' tired. We've been walking all day, I gotta rest." A sheen of sweat shimmered on the boy's brow and his breath came in cute pants. He had done well, considering his preference for screen time. Antony and James exchanged glances, both still brimming with energy.
"Hold on dude, I gotcha." Beamed Antony, squatting down to offer a piggyback ride.
"Dude, that's kinda gay" Whined David. "That's what chicks do for kids they wanna fuck."
"Stop being such a bitch and hop on, Dave. You suggested we go there anyway, so no backing out now!" Pouted James.
Unwilling to spoil the mood, David obliged, mounting himself upon Antony. The shy otaku locked his arms over the child's narrow shoulders, resting his chin on the Grant boy's neck. Antony took firm hold of the delightfully long, stocking-clad legs of his friend and stood up, surprised by how easy it was. David was so light, the heaviest part of the boy seemed to be his cock!
Appropriately, the considerable bulge of boy-cock his friend was packing was now nestled right against Antony's back, pinned between the two bodies. Easily stimulated, Antony felt it slowly arise from its slumber as it was bounced and jostled by the piggyback ride. Mouth to his ear, the brunet shota could hear his friends pants turn to moans dripping with arousal, hot and wet with need. The juvenile member was now fully protesting the tight confines of its denim prison, stretching the fabric as it ran up between one boy's back and the other's slim midsection. Antony could feel the wetness of Davids cock starting to ooze pre-cum, soaking through the cock-pouch of the cut-off shorts and into his shirt. Glancing to his side, he noticed a blush settled on David's cute face. Not wanting to embaress his friend further, Antony chose to not comment.
Onwards the three shotas still travelled, following the sun-dappled tracks under the canopy of trees. At last, the trees seemed to fall away as the boys came to what must be the destination. The three came to a standstill, appreciating what lay before them.
"This is the spot, right?" Queried Antony.
"Yep. This is it." Declared James.
Gazing out, the track carried straight on past the treeline as land fell out from under it. Keeping the track aloft as it spanned this vast ravine was an old wooden trestle, as massive as it was impressive. The bridge looked truly ancient, hearkening to a bygone age the children only saw in school books or on television westerns. At its height it had to tower at least forty feet above the rocks below. Though heavily weathered and worn by the seasons it stood proud and resilient, a testament to the industry of past days. It was a truly awesome sight to behold, making the boy feel quite small. An unusual feeling indeed.
Casting their eyes to the bottom of the crevasse, Antony bore witness to a goliath of brass and steel. The rusted bulk of a train was lying there as if smote by god like some story from Sunday school. The wreck was hidden beneath a layer of encroaching moss and shrubs, looking like the bones of some prehistoric monster nature was trying to reclaim. Antony didn't know much about history, but he reckoned it had to be at least a century old, if not more. Like the trestle, there was an awe inspiring power neither the crash nor the ravages of time had been able to dull.
"Woah..." Was all Antony was able to get out, totally rapt by the stunning view.
"Yeah, its a long walk but it's really cool!" Beamed David, now sitting on the grass and helping himself to the ample provisions.
"Most kids at school know about this place but few have the balls to walk here. There's only a few old logging roads out here." Boasted James, basking in the glory such a trip bestowed to children brave enough to make it. "Been here a few times. Ain't no thing, really." His attempts to sound coolly indifferent, as if such a trip was commonplace to him, fell flat.
"Yeah, this train crashed over a hundred years ago! It belonged to the Cardinale family, they practically built this town. It says all that in the museum." Added David, not wanting to be left out.
But Antony paid little heed to the words of his best friends. Enraptured by the sight, the shota set foot upon the aging wooden boards. Something within the lad compelled him to walk the derelict trestle. Even less heed was paid to the shouts echoing out to him as he made his way forward. The boy watched the ground drop further and further away between the planks under his feet. Treading carefully, the Grant boy at last came to the point on the trestle above the wrecked train. Unwilling to let their friend risk such a danger alone, David and James cautiously followed behind, slowly coming to where their friend stood. The sun, now lowering itself towards the distant horizon, silhouetted the three shotas.
"Dude, what the fuck!" Shouted James, laying a hand on Antony's shoulder. "What are you doing? What if you fell?" A look of worry was clear on the lad's face.
Without acknowledging his friends words, Antony turned to face his two companions. "Hey dudes, Lets make a deal to be friends forever, no matter what!" In contrast to Jame's face, his own burned with joy. Such a grand proposal needed an equally grand location to host it.
James and David were taken aback by this sudden suggestion. The tension of such a precarious walk instantly vanished, as all three kid's faces melted into giggling grins. They were grins only young boys among friends could make, almost cherubic in their youthful expression of untainted joy. There seemed like no better place for such an agreement.
"Sure!" Agreed David.
"Forever!" James nodded along.
The three boys stood in a ring on the trestle and placed their hands on one another. Looking from face to face, the sincerity was worn plainly. Ceremony complete, they carefully made their way back to the safety of the grass.
"Is a handshake enough?" Asked Antony. "When my mom tells me bedtime fairy tales about knights n' stuff they always swear on their sword!"
"Dude, we got some swords right here." Smiled the himbo, his expression turning decidedly vulgar. Without hesitation, he yanked down his shorts, letting his massive swinging kiddy-dick sway in the breeze. Instantly, a sweaty boyish musk crafted by the hours of marching hit the button noses of his two cute friends. "C'mon, guys. Don't be fags, whip your cocks out!"
Seeing no better alternative, Antony and David submitted to their friends lurid suggestion. Both boys freed their own knee length shota-cocks to the open air. The thick logs of fuck-meat practically uncoiled as they rolled out of their sweaty confines to hit their thighs with a weighty WAP. The three seven year old boys gathered in a circle, hip to hip, shota-cock to shota-cock. The besties all stared at each other, seeing a potent mix of arousal and embarrassment reside upon their delicate features. Overcoming all conflicting emotions, however, was the bond of friends that was clear in their eyes.
"Friends forever!" Declared three high-pitched voices.
"Nhg, dude, now that we're friends for good, I just wanna say this is totally fucking gay!" Whined David.
"Shut up, fag!" Retorted the himbo shota. "It's only gay if you like this more than pussy!"
Despite the fact their agreement had been sealed in the strongest way known to a pre-pubescent shota, the three failed to withdraw their hips. Instead, the subtle grinding motions only seemed to grow more pronounced until the three were humping against each other like wild animals. Each boy's face melted into bliss as cute squeaks of pleasure escaped their plush, kissable lips. The moans became higher pitched as they grinded faster and faster, seeking the pleasure of release with feral abandon. Each boy Adjusted his own pace, trying to ensure all three would finish at once.
After at least ten minutes of frantic, wordless pumping, the looks on each boy's face told his friends climax was close. They could feel each other's boy-cocks throb with the approaching orgasm. Fully erect, their cum-slits were pointed skyward as pre-cum poured forth. In one spectacular thrust, all three shotas pushed themselves and their friends over the knife edge of release. Throwing their heads back, a massive fountain of three combined cumshots erupted between the three tightly pressed bodies. Thick gooey blasts of juvenile semen fired skywards with enough force to fly fair above their heads before arcing down in messy unbroken ropes. The three shaking shotas were soon splattered by finger thick strands from the belt up. Pulse after pulse of pearly boy-nut continued to make a mess of the three lads, inundating them until they didn't know which blast came from what boy. Eventually, the deluge came to a close as each winking piss-slit oozed the last of its boy-nut onto the other pink cock-heads. Antony, James and David all looked at each other's splattered visages, and once again childish giggles overcame them.
"Nhg, how do like, chicks clean up after a cumshot?" Asked Antony between snickers.
"They usually slurp it up dude" Joked David.
"Fuck that!" Pouted the Grant boy, pulling up his shirt to wipe the thick nasty loads from his hair. "Fuck dude, its so thick! Sluts have it easy just licking it up."
"Just do the best you can for now, dude. You can shower at home." Pointed out James. "Or keep it on. Up to you, dude."
The three boys attempted to use their apparel to clean themselves off, using their own socks as rags before dumping the soaked garments into Davids bag. At least their faces were clean, mostly. Their clothes, however, still bore wet dark patches all over. Not to mention the reeking salty odour that filled the lad's cute nostrils.
"Nhg, at least its somewhat dark now. No one will see." Remarked David. By now twilight had fallen, and only the fact that September still stubbornly clung to the summer's sun meant that the boys even had light left at all. Glancing at his phone, David reckoned they had at least an hour and half of sun left before complete darkness. Plenty of time to at least get back to the town's outer edges.
At last, the boys began the long road home. The long walk passed by without incident, mostly taken up by whether or not their previous exertion could fall under the banner of 'gay' and how now they were totally like old fashioned knights. Underneath the canopy of trees little light fell, forcing the lads to use their phone's flashlights to illuminate their path. Despite the natural fear of the dark most children harbour, the boys were emboldened by their fate now sealed by an all powerful friendship that was invincible. They felt as if nothing could withstand them. Until, of course, they saw reality come crashing back down upon them.
Now within sight of the farmer's houses, Antony, James, and David bore witness to a sight that stopped them in their tracks. The first herald of this coming storm was the distinct roar of pit bikes. Turning, the boys saw through the twilight a lone feminine silhouette scrambling across the open field. Quickly gaining behind her were children on small dirt bikes tearing across the grass like some marauding horde of antiquity. The wailing shrieks of the woman were drowned by the distinctly high pitched voices of children hollering in savage joy. The trio could easily see that whatever meagre head start the woman had was quickly disappearing.
As the woman saw the three children standing she twisted to ran at them. Now that she was closer, the boys could clearly see. Everything above her bush was trapped in roughly corded shibari ropes, preventing her from even swinging her arms as she ran. Her flesh bore the heavy red marks of brutal abuse. Tiny red hand-prints of children covered her, as did circles of teeth-marks. Her writing-covered flesh was red and inflamed from the no doubt constant whipping, slapping, punching and other degradation inflicted upon the slave. A chain leash bounced behind her, connecting to a tight black leather collar that looked to be crushing her narrow neck. A ball gag silenced the poor woman's pleas. The woman collapsed into a writhing heap on the dirt before the three boys, throwing herself at their mercy. Upon the escaped sex slaves bountiful ass, the skin was still red and blistered from a fresh brand bearing the sign of the Cardinale family.
"Dude! She must be one of Adonis's escaped slaves!" Exclaimed David.
This grim spectacle lit a fire in Antony's being. The Grant boy could feel his heart pounding. It sounded in his head like savage war-drums calling to some primal battle. It was a primitive feeling to the boy, raw and animistic, hearkening to a wildness of youth not yet tempered by school nor civilization. The child's frame was contorted with a trembling rage that blotted out all other sensations. Burning hot blood surged through his supple form, feeling like it could explode at any moment. Shaking, Antony tensed his arm as he bunched his hand into a fist.
The foremost boy on a pit-bike screamed across the field, almost at his destination. "Get the fuck away you three! That's our cunt!" Shouted the high pitched voice of the pre-pubescent rider.
"James. David. Stay out of this." Was all the shaking child could manage to utter. "I don't want you to get hurt." Antony's legs tensed for action like a prime stallion waiting to start the race. The young boy exploded from where he stood, blazing a trail straight at the approaching dirt-bike. The driver revved his engine and sped closer with the contempt for danger spawned by youth. Now in a full sprint, Antony leapt like a tiger, connecting his knee to the rider's collarbones. The shota flew back off his seat as Antony landed on-top of him with a sickening crunch, knee firmly planted atop his battered form. The Grant boy looked up to see James run up beside him.
"Hey. We're friends, remember? We're in this together!" As the Blewitt boy spoke the farther back riders swung their pit-bikes to a halt. The small figures dismounted. Now on foot, the shotas almost ceased to be boys, instead warping into leering, bestial visages. Their young faces were contorted into jackal-like grins. The only sounds that came from them were the hyena-like laughs as they prepared to savour the pain they would inflict on these kids that stood between them and their escaped pussy. Antony and James looked at each other, exchanging smiles.
Disregarding superior numbers, the duo charged in like lions among wolves. Antony and James had no plan, all they knew was they had to fight before their blood boiled over and burned them. The two boys unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks that blunted the savage aggression of the jeering children around them. The duo seemed to flow around the oncoming blows of the slavers as their own fists and legs connected with ruthless precision. The two boys kept moving, instinctively keeping up the momentum of their assault and not letting the others fully surround them. All was now the chaos of battle.
Antony ducked under a sluggish jab before slamming his fist up into the boy's chin. Instantly the savage joy of battle upon the punk's face was replaced with the look of a child no longer having fun. Watching his foe crumple, Antony felt arms wrap around his torso, trapping his arms. Another shota stepped forward to replace the sobbing wreck of his friend, cracking his knuckles. The Grant boy threw his head back, flattening the nose of the kid who held him before charging the child before him. Antony took the lad to ground and laid into him before being kicked off by his accomplices. Antony rolled to his feet, beckoning the other shotas onward.
James meanwhile had his own hands full. Athletically inclined, the boy's whole body was a well honed machine of supple toned flesh that now would serve him well. As two boys tried to hold his arms, he threw his legs up to kick the child in-front of him. Jumping again, he tore his arms free as he twisted and fell, taking one of the grasping children to the dirt with him. The two rolled again and again, each trying to gain take the top place, until Jame's foe claimed the advantageous position. The grinning kid wrapped his arms around The Blewitt boy's suntanned neck. Out of desperation, James brought his leg up between the boy's legs with all the force he could muster, reducing the assailant to a blubbering mess. Laying on the grass James rolled between ruthless kicks until he could kip-up onto his feet.
At last, the battle seemed to draw to a close. Two figures reigned supreme, standing over the writhing mass of sobbing flesh. The high pitched whines of children filled the twilight sky. All at once, the pain came to Antony and James, who now felt the effects of the countless blows they had endured. Smiling through the pain, they gave each other the thumbs up before keeling over, gasping for air with their hands on their knees.
"Antony! Watch out!" Was all the boy could hear before he looked up to see one of the shotas standing before him. A knife in his hand glinted in the last rays of the sun.
Before the final blow could be struck, a shape moved behind the grinning shota. He unceremoniously collapsed into a twitching heap as David stood over him, a rock clutched in his shaking hand. "You okay, dude?" He asked, a look of worry on his face.
"Yeah, I'm good. What about you, James?" Wheezed the exhausted child.
"All good over here" Grinned the shota, rubbing his face. "Geez, how are we gonna explain all this to our moms? They'll never let us leave the house again!"
All three boys shared a good laugh before turning to the terrified woman. Using the knife Antony cut everything that restrained her. Seeing the abuse she had endured cemented the righteousness of his actions in the shota's mind. He hated people that treated woman like garbage. Sex was something to be enjoyed, not a torment to be thrown upon a prisoner.
"You can go now." Panted Antony.
The Woman nodded and stood up, glad to be free of her rough constraints. Antony brushed off her questions, not wanting to gloat over her as a savior. Instead, he offered the woman some support as they took her back to town. The three besties now followed the old train track home, leaving the battle of the field behind them. Behind them, they couldn't hear the whispers of the beaten children. Lain low, clutching their battered bodies, one phrase passed among them.
"We gotta let king know."
Notes:
This chapter was quite the undertaking, but I think it was worth it. Context is the greatest asset that written smut has over most porn, the ability to create a backdrop against which the sex occurs gives the smut more weight and 'oomph'. Unlike my other stroke fics, I think Red Velvet has always been about creating a world and characters that enhances the smut through the power of set-dressing and context. Even through its just shota smut I want it to be the most ambitious shota smut out there, and this chapter is no exception!
One a related note, this is getting to be like JOJO where every part is longer and longer then the last. I'll try to tone it down with some shorter, snappier chapters to let everything breathe and not overload things.
Chapter 6: Princes of the Universe
Summary:
Antony learns how the game is really played in Lush Mounds.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Adonis's thickly lashed eyes fluttered open to the sound of Symphony No. 5, in C minor of course, by the venerable Ludwig Van Beethoven. Instantly the child perked awake to listen to his phone's alarm. A piece that most would nod along and agree is all very well and good, yet to the attentive ears of the young listener there was more lurking beneath. The song was well composed, yes, but what appealed to the attentive ears even more was the sheer violence that subtly coursed through it's veins. Deep beneath the seamless composition was a surging aggression that transcended words. Every note blended in such a way as to proclaim that out of violence comes beauty, a truth the child had been quick to discover in life. In that way the song was well suited to its audience: A great passion for violence behind a beautiful façade.
Beside the child still slept his mother, unaffected by her son's phone going off. Not surprising she still slept, considering she had been fucked well into the night, a victim of her sons near inexhaustible youthful energy. Adonis had long since abandoned his old room, choosing to sleep in the master bedroom with the woman that gave him birth. It made sense to the lad, as the youth was clearly the master of the household. To the victor went the spoils of war. Of course, this arrangement also made total sense to the mother, who understood her pussy rightfully belonged to her virile nine year old son. Adonis's father, unable to compete with his offspring, had practically been banished to sleep downstairs in one of the old mansion's servant rooms. A stranger in his own household.
As his alarm finished, Adonis got up out of bed, careful not to wake his mother. Once awoken he knew the whore would beg for his shota cock, and while the child was all too eager to use her as a cumdump, he still found her total submission to his every obscene whim contemptible. Seeing how willingly she allowed herself to be used and abused by him just filled the shota with a total disdain for the woman who birthed him. Indeed, seeing how pathetically she begged for a chance to worship his cock just made the little tyrant want to treat her even worse. The son reveled in the power he had to humiliate and degrade women into worthless flesh-lights. Being around something so weak just pissed him off, even if it did make him hard. Thus, the child wanted to enjoy a moment of tranquility before inflicting the savage joys of the flesh upon the trash in his life.
Naked, Adonis walked towards the mirror coating the wall that lay to the foot of his bed. The child loved seeing his reflection as he used his cum-dumps. Reaching out to touch the reflected hand, the child locked eyes with himself. He knew he was the most fuckably perfect kid to ever grace the earth, and he fucking loved it. This perception was not idle vanity, however, as there was no denying the child's beauty. Each and every feature was flawlessly formed as if by master craftsmen working with the highest quality marble. The shota's luxurious hair was such a pale blonde that it was almost silvery-platinum, bestowing the youth with an almost ethereal beauty that seemed so graceful as to be unreal and mythic. large sapphire eyes gazed from under his bangs, appearing both ruthlessly cold and and filled with a wide eyed childishness. These conquerors eyes were accompanied by the shota's button nose, kissable lips and delicate jawline.
Filled with arousal at his own perfection, Adonis let his gaze linger downwards. His perfectly proportioned frame cut a delightful balance between the masculinity of his sex and the femininity of a pristine shota. Narrow shoulders seamlessly flowed into his tight, slender waist and hips, pleasing in their trimness. Alabaster skin positively glowed with youth, pristine and flawlessly smooth. Hovering beneath the still waters of perfect skin were well formed muscles that imbued the child with the physique found in renaissance paintings. There was little if any visible bulk, instead the child's physique was nothing but lean and supple flesh. Yet a single flex would reveal the firmness of his otherwise soft, slender form.
A sharp intake of air sounded as the child felt arousal stir deep within. For now the kid was looking upon the pinnacle of his perfection; his giant swinging kiddy cock. The wide base of the girthy shota cock sprouted from the soft open plain of his delightfully hairless pubis. Flaccid, the head still dipped past the boy's pale knees. Adonis was more hung when soft than most kids fully erect. Turned on at his own flawless perfection, the foreskin clad mushroom head was already dripping a stream of pre-teen precum onto the carpet. Two oversized nuts the size of grapefruit swayed in their silky pouch, almost hiding behind the rapidly stiffening member.
Tearing his eyes from his own reflection, Adonis began his morning stretching routine. A habit picked up from one of the Indian women in his vast collection of worthless cunts, the child understood such a perfect body bestowed a duty to maintain it. To hit puberty without even seeing the best possible version if his child body would be unthinkable. The child's lithe physique moved through a variety of positions until sweat made his supple frame glow with budding youth. By the end of the routine Adonis was rock hard, his shota cock almost doubling his tender age at a staggering eighteen inches. Fuck, but he looked good.
"Mom! Wake the fuck up cunt!" Demanded the little tyrant, slapping the face of the sleeping woman.
"Mph! Morning dear. Need to use your cum-dump?" Any issue the mother might have had with being woken up so harshly had long since been brutally trained out of her.
Throwing off the covers, the burdens of living under her sons reign was made clear. Adonis's mother's snowy skin was a mosaic of bite, slap, and pinch marks. Her rump was red from the constant abuse and bruises marred her once pristine form. Burned over her womb was the same coat of arms that Adonis made sure all his cunts had. The regal emblem served as a warning to all the other kids: keep the fuck away. Of course, being chosen to receive such a mark was considered the highest honour among the pathetic sows that begged for the shota's attention. Those stupid enough to resist such an honour were ruthlessly broken into mewling submission.
"Get to work, whore."
The sounds of high pitched moans echoing from the upstairs were the only sounds to greet the woman as she let herself in the front door. The woman carried herself well, and for good reason: Gracious was one of the few women who had managed to tear themselves up the ranks of King's domain, backstabbing every woman in her way. Starting out as a harem girl, her shrewd tenacity had ensured she was not among the countless slave sluts thrown away like used condoms. Instead, Gracious had leveraged her pussy like a pro, ensuring it was the perfect flashlight that king would not soon tire of. From there on it was a simple matter of political maneuvering until she was able to insert herself into the ever-shifting aristocracy of King's realm.
Stepping past the door, a sense of unease and dread washed over Gracious. Even with her high status within King's harem didn't spare her his wrath, far from it. Bothering him without an invite was dangerous. Like a slave she knew her privileges could end with a passing whim from the young master. The privilege of her high status weighed against the fear instilled by her capricious master. Truly, King was like the ancient gods of myth; unpredictable and liable to lash out with no warning. A vengeful and petty deity whose wrath was avoided only by bowing and scraping. Gracious feared King even as she loved and served him
The foyer of the Cardinale estate was massive. Two elegant staircases swept up either side of the walls in a half-circle, a massive crystal chandelier hanging between them. The walls were decorated with violent scenes to suite the tastes of the young master. Paintings of great battles throughout history hung proudly. Next to them were scenes equally violent, save that it was of the violent passions of the flesh.
Feminine statues hewn with outrageous proportions adorned alcoves in the wall, furthering the concept of women as mere decorations. As Gracious moved up the stairs she passed by the portraits of the Cardinale family line going back generations. Even when only captured in paint, King's beauty was breath taking.
As Gracious came to the top of the stairs, the fear intensified. Yet as one of the few in the young tyrants inner circle she had a duty to perform. As a member of this vaunted group of innermost Harem girls came authority over Kings realm. She was entrusted with the responsibility of ensuring the King needed to take no action to maintain his rule. His every whim was ironclad law. Even the woman making up the official municipal government, while on paper in charge of running the town, couldn't challenge the edicts of King or his top sluts. Disobeying meant never getting a taste of that brat cock, a risk none of the milfs were willing to take. As one of the very few women to reach that ethereal level, the only payment was the status that came with the esteemed rank. The seething looks of other woman jealous of her station was euphoric. Not mentioning, of course, the soul nourishing fulfillment that rewired her feminine mind when utterly submitting to such a hung shota to be used like a cheap sex toy. That was just the effect the Cardinale brat had on women.
Thus, when several of King's cunt catchers returned without a missing slave and nursing wounds, Gracious knew this insolence must be crushed. Normally such a thing wouldn't even warrant King's attention, but this was unusual. Word of mouth had already quickly spread among the thirsty housewives' and pedo-whores of Lush Mounds of a recently arrived child whose sexual prowess rivalled even Kings. Supposedly this same snot nosed punk had decided to interrupt the pussy trade. As a harem-aristocrat, one of Gracious's tasks was keeping the pussy flowing. The only thing that kept the roving bands of marauding little boys even vaguely under his control was the promise of fuck-holes.
Without the steady supply of fresh cunts, no boy would ever follow King. However, this wasn't the first time an overly hung brat had challenged King. This upstart boy would fail like all before him. Gracious had the utmost confidence that there wasn't a boy yet born that could rival King's shota perfection.
Gracious walked past the luxurious upstairs rooms of the old mansion. It had been in the Cardinale family for generations, dating back to when it functioned as manour of a slave plantation. Now the downstairs rooms were filled with slaves of a new kind, women that had momentarily caught King's eye and been brought to serve. The few insolent bitches stupid enough to resist this great honour were quickly broken into willing cum dumps. King surrounded himself with only the most beautiful women, and the moment even the slightest flaw in a harem girl's beauty was found she was cast out. Hell, sometimes it wasn't even for that reason. King did it simply because he was bored or wanted to watch the cunt suffer as she was re-branded into a general use cunt, the lowest form of trash in his empire. No woman was safe from this fate.
As Gracious neared her destination, the sounds of infant-on-mother fucking grew louder and louder. The boy had been blessed no doubt, or perhaps even made a deal with the devil. Gracious recalled a saying from her home country: "If you dance with the devil you better say never, because a dance with the devil might last you forever." Whether angel or demon was responsible for the lads cherubic perfection, It was simply impossible for a woman to get a taste of that brats sublime shota cock and not be broken into its eternal slave. It was a true bitch breaker in ever sense of the word. The only degree of difference was how high functioning of an addict the woman became. Fuck, but her her legs were already drenched. It had been at least a week since the last time she had been used, and Gracious felt like an empty shell of a woman without Kings cock buried within her. She needed to be reminded of her proper place as a woman by the peak of shota splendour.
Gracious knocked upon King's ornate bedroom door.
"Fuck off, I'm busy." Was the moaned response.
"Young master, I think this warrants your personal attention." Was the firm answer given.
A pause followed. More groans of pleasure.
"Enter."
The top cunt strode through the ornate doors, greeted by the sight of the child using his mother's pussy to get off. It was easy to see where the boy had inherited his good looks from. She looked like a marble statue of aphrodite which had received the breath of life. Even the marks of her abuse could not dull her lustrous beauty.
"Hng! What the fuck is so important you had to bother me! The reason I keep cunts like you around is so I don't have to do shit!" The boy began venting his frustration at being bothered by slapping away at his mothers ample derriere.
Gracious cleared her throat. Her mind was begging her to get another hit of her addiction, but she knew it wasn't her right as a harem girl to chose when and how she got fucked. That right was reserved for her delightfully young master, and she served more than just King's cock. "Young master, some cunt catchers returned empty handed. It seems some upstart shota is challenging your reign. Word has already spread around town as to his endowment. I thought you'd enjoy personally crushing this bug."
Without even bothering to slow down, King responded. "Sure, its been a while since a kid was stupid enough to challenge me." A savage grin spread across his angelic features.
Antony sat quietly in the Sunday school room. He was just one of the thirty or so children dressed in their Sunday best gathered in the furnished basement of the church. Having only been in town for a week, this was his first time present. The rest of the kids already had their friend groups, leaving the new kid out in the cold. Not that such a thing bothered Antony, but he still did wish James or David were here. James was lucky enough that his mom didn't make him go to church, save for the major holidays. David's wealthier family attended the more upscale church on the other side of town.
Jessica Grant, being of southern extraction, always insisted her family attend church like good god fearing folk. Antonty, like most kids, didn't exactly enjoy having his freedom curtailed to sit still in a stuffy room for so long. The walls were brightly painted in all the most famous scenes of the scriptures, progressing from left to right through the three sacred books: The old, the new, and the final. Leftmost was the garden of Eden with the first shota and grown woman, the princess of Egypt finding the hung tot in the reeds, and the killing of the bronze loli idol worshippers at mount Sinai. The only scene from the new was of course the venerated Mary Magdalene plying her trade with the village boys. The New was usually the most brushed over part of the book. The biggest mural was devoted to scenes from the Final, depicting the first pilgrims coming to American soil to pursue shotaconism in peace. At the center of the pilgrims were the sects founders: the duo of the saint mother-whore and her virgin birthed, absurdly hung son.
Despite the slings and arrows the lad had suffered over the past few days, the lad was in surprisingly good condition. The vitality of youth ensured that all the shota had to contend with was some lingering stiffness. The child had an impressive constitution that made itself know whether he was fucking or fighting. Of course, his mother had made a fuss when he returned home yesterday, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. A little ointment to keep the swelling down made sure he was practically good as new overnight.
"Mornin' my lil' Angels." Giggled a voice in a thick rural drawl.
Antony looked up to see the new woman enter. The woman had a vacant expression that seemed more suitable for an airhead teenager than a bonafide milf. Bleach blonde hair was done up in ultra voluminous pin curls slicked back at the top only to explode into waves of painstakingly styled curls that only aided the bimbo comparison. Yet instead of silicone, the bimbo housewife was nothing but plump milf meat barely contained by her lily white collared dress. Large nipples lewdly poked at the flimsy fabric as the floor between her stiletto heels became wetter and wetter. Despite the clueless, almost stupid look on her face there was no mistaking the lust present.
"Um... Nice to meet y'all. My name is Pamela, Pam for short, n' I'll be ya' teacher today." She vacantly giggled.
Part of community involvement in the church was the hotly contested role of Sunday school teacher that the congregation wives were expected to sign up for. Every Sunday a fresh pussy walked into the room packed with every pre-pubescent brat the congregation had. Allowing all the boys to gang-bang church wives was thought to foster a strong sense of community in the flock. It was a deeply important and holy duty for the women, a necessary part of both their own and the boy's spiritual needs. This was a tradition that dated back to the church's founding, a key part of getting husbands to understand their wives' pussy's were for little boys first and foremost.
"Forgive me but this is ma' first time doin' this. Now, ah, lets see... would any of you lil' darlin's like to earn a ribbon by readin' a passage from the ole' book?" Each word seemed to take a great toll on her meagre mental capacity.
A variety of small hands shot up. Every shota knew that each ribbon came with a kiss. One by one the children stood up and did their best to recite a passage by heart. The recitations were taken from all over the book: whether it was from the bloody tales of the old, the message of free love found in the new, or the shotaconism of the final. After each cutie spoke, they quickly made their way to the front to receive the most sloppy french kiss a milf could give. The ribbons that were supposed to be collected and eventually exchanged for a book of their own was a mere afterthought quickly tucked in the pocket. Antony was not among the flock children who competed in this fashion. He had no interest in the competition among the shotas to see who was most pious. Eventually the recitations drew to a close.
"Oh my, so many godly shotas... n' so smart too, rememberin' all those words! My goodness." The grown woman seemed awestruck at the talent required to remember a sentence or two. The milf stood at the front of the class, spacing out on what to do for a brief moment. "Oh, silly me! I know! Lets read from one of these here picture books." A book more complicated seemed beyond her abilities.
The woman sat down in-front of the class, forgetting to modestly cross her legs. Thus, every cutie in the room got a full view of a sopping wet fat milf pussy bulging out from the crotchless lacy panties. The kids licked their lips seeing the mature woman's full labia drenched with arousal. The unmistakably fishy scent of a bitch in heat wafted to the gathered kid's delicate button noses.
Pam placed the book on her lap and showed the cover to the class. The name "A new pasture for a new flock" was printed in giant colourful letters, underscored by a cartoonish depiction of the godly pilgrims touching down on the shores of the new world. "Now how many of you boys know this story?" Cooed the air-headed milf. All the hands shot up. "Good, ya'll can help me n' read along."
She turned open the first page, depicting the virgin mother being visited by an angel. In line with the theological prescriptions, the angel was but a mere child, naked, winged, and whose member was practically a third leg. "Which one of ya'll know whut the cute lil' angel told her?" The buxom milf pointed a finger at a cutie.
"That she was gonna give birth to a kid that's gonna be like totally hung n' a prophet n' stuff!" The kid nervously peeped out. Even though all the kids had heard the story a million times, they were still scared to get it wrong!
"My oh my, what a smart boy you are. I'm sure you make your momma real proud." Beamed Pam. "That's right. The angel told her god was gonna make her the mother of the next Adam who would return us to the original traditions of god's covenant that were hidden by godless papacy! Does anyone know the story of that cute couple?" She pointed at the painting on the wall of the first boy and woman.
Now it was Antony's turn to put his hand up. Under the airhead milf's direction, the boy stood up to speak. "Yeah, uh, so Eve was the first human made, and she had like giant tits n' hips, like a totally pawg milf!" The other boys snickered. "Then she gave birth to Adam who had a giant shota cock and the two fucked like rabbits since the kid never grew up until original sin made him hit puberty. So that was, like, gonna happen all over again."
The airhead beamed in appreciation. She took the kids through the rest of the picture book. How the new sect flourished and spread the gospel of infant son on mother fucking, the persecution of this new pedophile cult, and the eventual flight to America. Having established the new faith, the second virgin mother and her son ascended to heaven where the kid never grew up and fucks his mom every day. The book came to its finish with the message that America was founded on this covenant and it was every boy's sacred duty to be fruitful and multiply.
"What a beautiful story. Now why don't ya'll stand up and lets see who's been blessed with a giant swingin' billy club between those juicy boy thighs?" Cooed the buxom airhead milf.
This was why Antony didn't mind Sunday school.
The Grant family moved through the throng leaving the church after service. Antony watched as his mother broke away from her family, eager to show off the giant load of shota cum he had totally glazed her face with. Sunday church seemed to the boy more like an excuse for all the church-wives to compete with one another: Whose son had been blessed with the biggest and most virile shota cock, which woman looked the most gorgeous in their Sunday best, and, of course, who honoured god more by being the nastiest slut for shota dick possible! Antony didn't mind though; it honestly turned the boy on seeing his mother peacock with the other jealous housewives. He loved how much she bragged about him and rubbed what a stud he was under their noses. There was no harm in letting her have her fun, he reckoned.
This service in particular had been on how Sodom and Gomorroah were destroyed because the little boys practiced sister incest. Mothers, as nurturing caregivers, should also take care of their son's cocks. That much made sense to the horny boy. What didn't click was why such perfectly good sister pussy should be blocked off like that! Sally, Gwen and Daisy were all hot as fuck, and walking behind them, watching their teenage hips sway with each step; The Grant boy longed to breed the fuck outta them!
Fantasizing, the boy slowed down as his family pulled ahead. However, the shota was quickly drawn back to reality by the serene silence of the parking lot broken by the roar of an engine. The sounds of a blaring engine and screeching tires triggered an instinctual jump back. A white Mercedes swerved in-front of the shota, coming to a stop between him and his family. The back doors swung open as two grinning boys exited the vehicle, moving to intercept Antony's family.
The passenger door facing Antony swung open, and out stepped the hottest kid the child had seen. Blonde hair glowing in the sun, the kid swept back his bangs as he stood up. At a glance it was clear the boys frame was supple and well proportioned. Judging by the kids face, he was at least a year or two older than Antony by his reckoning. The newcomer was smartly dressed in a designer button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, hanging open to flash a hairless boyish chest. Slim fit khaki shorts snugly fit onto tight juvenile hips that emphasized the child's slender silhouette. Fancy sunglasses hung from the floral patterned shirt pocket that added a dash of colour to the otherwise plain white. The child's stylish dress was completed by a gold watch and flashy branded sneakers.
"Hey faggot." Plainly uttered the newcomer, a look of contempt mixed with apathy resting on his cherubic features.
"Sorry, who the fuck are you again?" Sniped back Antony. Already the youngster shifted to the balls of his feet having sensed the malice in the air.
"You will address him as King!" Interrupted a rich velvety voice.
Antony's gaze shifted off the mysterious kid. Flanking the child was a woman of fearsome beauty. Pristine skin glowed like polished jet. Her features were sharp and elegant and she moved with the grace of a panther. Suiting this catlike elegance, her body was honed to perfection by aerobics. The woman's choice of dress was well suited to the regal air with which she carried herself. Moving from the drivers side, she came to a standstill beside the child.
"King? Oh, you must be that Adonis prick everyone is scared of." Antony was never one to back down from a fight.
"Watch your mouth you brat!" Shouted the she-panther.
"Yeah, read it and weep bitch!" Gloated the silver-blonde boy. He brought up his dainty hand, flashing a set of golden rings. Big block letters spelled out the word 'KING'. "I was born to be a king." He smirked.
As the boy spoke, Antony let his gaze wander down past the kids waistband. The Grant boy was no stranger to what it looked like when shorts were burdened by carrying a massive swinging kiddy dick, but this new kid was on a whole other level. The fabric bulge was beyond absurd, as if the kid was stuffing a football down his waistband. Yet it was clear this thing was no joke. The distinct outline of his boy-cock was like a fat python coiled and ready to strike. For the first time in his life, Antony wasn't sure he was packing more kid dick than this new brat.
"So what the fuck do you even want?" Asked Antony.
"Word is there's some new brat packing as much fuck meat as me. But I have no rival. No shota can be my equal." As Adonis spoke he had the look of a kid whose about to enjoy pulling the legs off a spider.
King thrust his hips forward, flexing his pert boy butt. His stance was wide and bold, an open challenge. Antony responding in kind as if a rival gunslinger in a western. The two boys locked eyes, subtly cocking their hips and stepping side to side. On am invisible signal the two shota's launched themselves forward. Two mountains of boy-cock collided. Driven by the powerful coltish legs of the youngsters, they flexed their boy cake to drive their cocks against one another. Nobody, not even Antony's family, would dare interrupt the kiddy power play.
The force of Adonis's massive bulge forced Antony onto his back foot. As the two absurd mounds of fuck meat ground against each other, the Grant boy was losing ground! Antony's face became flushed with arousal. Tearing his gaze up from the obscene contest, to the boys dismay he saw King's face was utterly unperturbed. Moaning, Antony redoubled his efforts. He pressed his boy-dick against his opponents bulge harder. By now, both kiddy dicks were starting to throb with lust and leaking pre-cum. Yet try as he might, nothing seemed able to stop Adonis's advance. For the first time in Antony's life, the child was forced to pull away from the contest in defeat. Sapped, the child slumped to his knees.
"Was that the best you got? Pathetic." Gloated King. "Not even worth my fucking effort."
Antony looked around. By now, every head in the parking lot was turned to focus on the youthful power struggle. Most of the kids from Antony's Sunday school had their phones out. No doubt videos of Antony's humiliating defeat would spread until everyone in town knew. He had drunk deep from the bitter cup of defeat.
"God, you're so fucking weak you little bitch. No wonder you freed that stupid slave cunt. Caring for a pussy is so fucking lame dude. That attitude is why you lost, all soft hearted n' shit."
Hearing such callous words filled Antony with disgust. He shot up to his feet, but the burning memory of his loss stopped the lad from striking Adonis.
"You make me sick, talking about women like that. Sex should be happy n' feel good! " Retorted the child like a beaten puppy.
King laughed. He held out his hand at his side, fingers reaching out as if to grasp something. Instantly Gracious dropped to her knees and moved her neck into the boys grasp. Adonis squeezed tightly. "See this, fag? This is real power. This is why you lost. I'm the fucking king and everyone else is fucking trash." He squeezed tighter. "Cunts aren't shit. They're the fucking dirt beneath my boot. You're pathetic, sounding so weak. You've probably never even mind broken a slut."
Gracious slumped downwards, falling out of the boys grasp and slamming her head on the pavement. Adonis spit on the passed out woman. The sting of Antony's loss kept the boy rooted to the spot. "Mind broken? Like a hentai?"
"Fuck dude! You play too gently with your toys. Never even broken one? Pathetic. If you fuck a cunt hard enough, the pleasure like totally warps their brain like an addict. They become a babbling ten IQ whore that cant do shit but beg for cock like a total retard! Its so fucking funny. You'd never see that if you treat a cunt like its human." Adonis was reveling in his victory, loudly bragging of his own power and prowess. What was a victory if you couldn't rub it in the losers face?
"You're the lowest of the low. I hate kids like you." Weakly responded Antony. "Chicks are people too!"
"What a whipped puppy. If your way is better, why'd you lose?"
It was a simple question, but one that left Antony at a loss for words. Adonis looked around, basking in the awestruck faces of the spectators. Upon turning to see the Grant family, he stopped. Antony watched as a fat glob of pre-cum darkened the boys shorts. "Is that your family? Fuck, those are some hot sisters. Maybe I'll take one. Break her. Just so you know my way is true for any old cunt."
The image of Adonis degrading and abusing Antony's sisters like that filled the kid with a rage never before felt. The shame of his defeat was burned to ash in the inferno smouldering within. As if at once, the shackles of shame and defeat that kept the child rooted to the ground shattered. Antony lunged at King, throwing a wild left.
Adonis stepped in, moving his left arm to the inside of Antony's haymaker brushing it aside. Having created an opening in Antony's guard, King connected a right uppercut to the kid's chin. The Grant boy's head snapped up as he stumbled backwards. Adonis merely laughed.
"You beat up my boys? How'd so many pussies manage to join my gang? God, you were just swinging wildly. Maybe after I kick your ass I'll go whoop your faggot friends too." Taunted the little tyrant.
Antony regained his balance and launched a new offensive. Yet each time his hot blooded wild aggression was shut down by the cold and trained techniques of Adonis. Antony had never learnt proper fighting forms, instead relying on his raw guts and burning blood to see him to the finish. The conflict between the two kids had turned into a battle of instinct against schooling, one which Antony was fast losing! Flattened yet again, Antony lay on the parking lot, knees and elbows bleeding from scraping the pavement.
Adonis stood over Antony, hands in
his pockets. He let a ball of spit fall onto the Grant boy's face.
"Nhg! No fair! You're older!" Whined the beaten kid.
"Stop being such a bitch." A wicked grin spread across the victors face. He leaned down, speaking in a quiet tone. "I know why you got so mad. You wanna hit that pussy. Can't blame you, theyre hot as fuck. Maybe if you had some balls and forgot all your bullshit you could have dicked 'em long ago. That's what I did to my sisters."
Hearing such a sinful confession sent a wave of arousal through Antony. Shamefully, the boy began to get a hard on as he lay defeated on the ground.
Adonis leaned back and turned, looking up the sisters like a kid in a toy aisle. Satisfied, the little tyrant gazed back to Antony. King brought down his foot, stomping on the kid's erection. "Dont ever fuck with me again."
Suddenly Adonis swung his foot off the lad. "Bored now!"
With a skip in his step Adonis left Antony to wallow in peace. "Hey cunt! Wake the fuck up!" Brattily yelled the boy, kicking the prone woman in the head.
The statuesque woman stirred. Groaning, she raised herself off the pavement. "Your wish is my command, master."
"I want ice cream! Take me to that retro parlour with the hot sluts on skates." Demanded the wicked angel. "I want a new slave."
Just like that, they were gone. The Mercedes was blur of metal speeding off in the distance. Only memories remained. Antony got to his feet and rubbed his wounds. Losing a fight wasn't so bad, he had before. But losing a fight to such a fuck-head talking all that nasty shit... It was like an affront to everything Antony believed about women and fucking. Shota's that used their cocks to make woman feel like garbage were scum as far as the boy was concerned. As the boy was processing the rush of feelings, his family finally came over to him. Adults rarely interfered in shota affairs.
Jessica was the first to reach her beautiful baby boy. She dropped to her knees to pull her progeny into her motherly embrace. "Baby! Are you okay? You shouldn't play with boys that are so rough." To an adult, everything that transpired was just a part of kids at play.
Theodore was the second to chime in, putting a hand on his son's shoulder. "You did good kid. Just next time make sure it's the other brat laying flat." His words earned him an irate scowl from his wife.
Antony looked at his sisters, only to see rosy cheeks flush with arousal. A sight that made his blood run cold. It was a painful reminder of the truth in Adonis's words. The power the tyrant had over the fairer sex was clear, giving credibility to kings perspective. Once again his imagination ran wild, filling him with images of his sisters lying broken and used at Adonis's feet. Antony knew he had to protect them from that woeful fate by fucking them first!
"If you're going to play with that kid again, invite him over for a playdate." Swooned Sally. "Fuck he looked hot."
"Yeah..." Cooed Gwen.
Daisy always was awful sweet on her little brother, but even she had a dreamy look on her face as she whispered weak reassurances. "Its okay lil' bro. We're here for you." At least she cared enough to put on a facade for her brothers sake.
Antony pulled himself deeper into the coddling embrace of his mother. It felt so warm and comforting--a welcome change after such an eventful morning. His usual fighters blood was slow and cold, sapping his youthful spirit into a morose mood. All the boy wanted to do was hide away from his defeat in his mothers warmth.
Yet try as the youth might to bury his feelings in a mothers unconditional love, he just couldn't do it. Antony knew it was a shota's responsibility to protect the ones they loved from hung bullies. The Grant boy had to become strong enough to ensure Adonis could never have them. The child promised himself that never again would he be so weak. If Adonis fought against love, then he would fight for its sake!