Prior to the strange events in Pleasant Hill, Miss Robyn Kincaid had gained notoriety as both a competent and highly-engaged 3rd Grade teacher, and the owner of the largest and most prominent pair of natural breasts within city limits. In simpler times, her insistence in stuffing her melons into low-cut blouses and letting gravity take it's (exceedingly bouncy) course had caused many a young boy to feel the first stirrings in his immature loins, much to the scandalization of parents in the tri-county consolidated school district.
Now, of course, the school was restricted to children of the town proper. And her ministrations to the children had taken on a new and obscene quality indeed.
Those famous breasts were hanging low as she leaned forward in the rolling chair of her office, hastily undoing the belt buckle of Isamu Ogawa, a gorgeous boy of 11 tender years and son of Megumi Ogawa, the school's PE teacher. The aura of impending copulation in the cluttered teacher's nook was blasphemy when measured against what the room had formerly been used for - a place for Miss Kincaid to plan her lessons for the day, grade assignments, and conference with parents about the progress of their pre-teen children. The remnants of this former utility were scattered everywhere. The small bookshelf next to her desk was cluttered with textbooks. Isamu, reclining expectantly on the desk with his legs hanging off the front edge, was seated directly on a scatter of half-graded papers.
"Hurry up, you stupid white bitch," said the boy sourly, as the adult woman's slender fingers fumbled with his belt. Bare-chested and lithe, his youth sculpted in accordance with the design of countless track meets, swim practices and basketball games, everything from the boy's olive skin to his bottomless grey eyes was nearly perfect. With his hair stylishly feathered in a way that would make a veteran cosplayer red with jealousy, he seemed almost unreal, an exemplar of pre-teen beauty... yet his tone and countenance suggested he was more predator than prey.
His counterpart, though much older, was no less noteworthy. Only 27 years old, Robyn was gloriously buxom, with breasts large enough to nearly explode outward from within the confines of the 38K bras she had to custom order. They featured large, raised nipples that were nearly impossible to hide as well as a weighty spherical shape, without stretch marks. Blonde-haired and green-eyed, Robyn had seen a recent regiment of workouts and harsh dieting deliver her body into a sculpted renaissance, a piece of statuary from which her massive jugs hung enormous. She compounded this change by wearing miniskirts, striking lipstick, and "slutty teacher" glasses, essentially turning herself into a horny student's wet dream.
"I'm sorry, baby!" she offered breathily, finally unhitching the belt buckle. "I'm just a stupid piece of shit, please don't be mad." There was a rustle as she desperately pulled Isamu's loose-fitting jeans down over his hip-bones, giving her an achingly tempting view, first of the boy's slender hips and sleek pelvis...and then-
"Oh my gawd..." she moaned, biting her lower lip, eyes rapt behind the lenses of her glasses. Isamu had not been wearing any underwear, and his underage cock poured out into the open as she pulled his jeans down his thighs. An eight inch snake of flesh flopped down, the head striking her ungraded papers and leaving a cummy smear. More amazing than that, though, were the boy's huge balls, which were the size of grapefruits and swaddled in a smooth, hairless scrotal sack that piled onto the desk, dominating the space between the young boy's athletic thighs.
"Nnngh...what a fucking sack!" groaned Robyn, shoving a hand between her legs, questing up her miniskirt to finger herself through her lacy panties. The boy's huge balls were right in her face, and the smell and heat of sex exploded up her pinpoint nostrils in a thick waft. "I can't believe you're only 11 years old. You're such a stud!"
"I don't turn 11 for another month!" came the bratty reply, and the boy backhanded her across the face, rattling her glasses and leaving a warm, red area of skin on one cheek. The sound of flesh impacting on flesh echoed through the small office. A window looking out onto the classroom revealed only empty desks, small in size. Children's desks. It was recess, and the class of young boys was out in the yard, getting exercise...and attention from "recess monitor" volunteers who had competed eagerly for the task. Isamu and Miss Kincaid were alone, and the older woman was randy and ready to degrade herself for the privilege of being the gifted young boy's personal concubine.
Robyn snorted with lust, her eyes watering at being slapped in the face. She was a teacher, an authority figure, and this young boy was treating her like he was her pimp, and she, a two-dollar hooker. Indignity filled her senses and she loved every second of it.
"You like hitting me in the face?" she hissed, licking up one of Isamu's legs hungrily, feeling his smooth skin against her tongue. "I'll be your dumb street bitch, Isamu - you can treat me like shit every day and I won't complain." She licked up his thigh and her mouth approached his long, flaccid cock and massive ballsack.
"Shut up, idiot," spat the boy. "Stupid bitch. Stupid, stupid, whore!" His voice had taken on the petulance of a spoiled child who was dissatisfied with a new toy. Miss Kincaid looked fearful and her lip trembled as she caressed her young partner's body, even as he defiantly and disinterestedly looked away.
"Yes I'm stupid," she agreed. "You're right. You're right about...about everything! You're always right."
He reared back and spit in her adult face, splattering her eyes and cheek with.
"Thank you," she said immediately. "Thank you!" She hugged herself to his legs pathetically, and he gripped her bleached blonde hair with a fist deceptively powerful for his tender years. His eyes burned into hers.
"Get on the floor," he said simply, his voice sounding brattier by the minute. There was a moment of silence as their eyes locked, and then his leg fired out with suddenness that would have impressed his foes on the basketball court or in the swimming pool, kicking the rolling chair out from under Miss Kincaid. She crashed to the floor with a surprised moan. Sprawling, her tits bouncing, ass jutting, she was a vision of sexual distress, her body nearly tearing out of her blouse and skirt.
"Crawl, you dummy!" he ordered, boosting himself down off of the desk, his young and amazing cock hanging pendulous between his legs. Loose papers fell down from the desk and fluttered about, further disorienting her, but Miss Kincaid did what the boy ordered, crawling slowly around the small office on hand and knee, arching her back, jutting her ass out, letting her huge tits sway beneath her torso. Her mind reeled.
I'm a boy's property. I'm a boy's property. I'm a boy's property. God I want him to use me like a condom, like a sex toy, like a garbage can.
Juices ran down her thighs and soaked her pink panties as she paraded around the room like a fuckbitch for a kid who was half her size. Isamu stood with arms crossed, watching her with a passionless expression on his face. On her fifth or sixth pathetic lap around the office, he stuck a leg out to stop her, his big underage dick swaying in her face. Robyn's eyes were watering with the humiliation and exertion of crawling and posing with her pussy, ass and tits all accentuated by every undulating movement.
"Can I suck your dick now?" she mewled, breath hitching.
"Tell me what you want, dummy. Or are you too dumb?"
"I want...I want to eat your big, fat, nasty load," she stammered in response. "Your balls are so fucking huge - cum down my throat until I fucking puke."
WHAP! His small hand slapped her across the face and she nearly had an orgasm on the spot.
"Nnnngh yes, cave my face in," she burbled, nose running, eyes watering. "Give me a couple of black eyes and I'd never get you in trouble for it, Isamu-"
"Shut up," interrupted the boy, sounding impatient and petulant. "You're so boring and stupid." He moved over near the overturned chair and set it right, before settling back into it himself and spreading his thighs slightly in a silent invitation for Miss Kincaid to get to work. His cock and balls hung in a sinful and daunting weight.
The 27-year-old woman looked insanely grateful as she pressed her face into the boy's fat ballsack and began to slurp. She could not even take one testicle into her mouth, so impressive was her partner's size, but she did her best, sucking and slurping, painting the hairless scrotum with her spit and spraying it with her hot breath. She gathered his balls in two hands and beheld them with awe, one on each palm, kissing and worshiping them, feeling the warmth of the semen bubbling in the boy's sack.
Isamu had made a name for himself amongst the women of Pleasant Hill for having not only a large cock and a truly amazing set of balls, but for cumming more prodigiously and with a nastier quality than all the other boys. There had been rumors that he could give even Aiden, the prodigy, a close competition in this regard, though they had never been set against each other to find out. It was Robyn Kincaid who had helped to develop his talent since his mother had become Aiden's harem-bitch and fallen off of the radar.
Her mouth made popping noises as she sucked one heavy nut into her mouth and released it, saliva bridges forming between her lips and the moist sack, and then moved to the other testicle to repeat the motion. "How long has it been, baby?" she asked him, jacking Isamu's hardening eight inch length with one skilled hand.
"Two days," said Isamu, eyes shut, enjoying the adult slut sucking on his junk and jacking his underage cock. "I've...saved up a lot."
Robyn mewled at the idea. "God, you're really going to disgrace me," she offered, and then punctuated her words by sucking at his heavy balls again. "...with your big...smelly...thick...nasty...load!"
Isamu moaned and his young body tensed as a spurt of yellow-white cream burst from his pisshole and connected to the older woman's cheek in a gelatinous rope. Robyn moved her hand to touch the emission, gathering it with her fingers, testing the thickness of it by spreading and contracting the thumb and forefinger between which it became connected. The cum was yellow-white and amazingly thick.
"Oh my god... is this your pre-cum?" she marveled. "You nasty little fucker... you must be really backed up!" She slurped the cum worm into her mouth and chewed like a hungry slut before swallowing it down and displaying her empty mouth. "I can't wait for you to empty your balls into my stomach!"
Robyn began sluttily sucking the boy's long, pre-teen pole, letting the friction of her throat unwrap the foreskin and allowing the twitching prick-helmet to batter past the back of her mouth and lodge down her throat. While deep-throating the boy, she also managed to tongue his balls, drooling and slurping them with eye-watering effort, trying to please her partner with all of her oral skills. While she wasn't as skilled as Aiden's concubines, a thick eight inches was certainly within the realm of possibility for her, and she took every inch in her nasty, humiliating quest to please an underage child who treated her like dirt.
"Nnngh...stupid!" moaned Isamu, young muscles tensing as his smooth body tried to cope with the pleasure he was feeling. More tacky pre-cum oozed out of his big pisshole and splattered Robyn's throat, gumming it up with wad. She coughed and choked around his cock and a stench of sperm filled the air as she pulled her mouth off of his cock, immediately drooling a runner of yellow-white sludge down her chin.
"Fuck your cum smells like fucking shit...I love it! It's like it's been rotting in your balls for weeks!" she moaned, eyes rapt. She coughed and drooled more wad before hungrily moving back in to accept the boy's cock, caressing his twitching balls as she did so. Running her tongue over the swollen orbs, she addressed him again. "Fuck up my body with your nasty load!" she begged, and then pulled her blouse open roughly, revealing her straining pink bra and scattering blouse-buttons in all directions, so forcefully had she exposed herself. She slipped out of the bra immediately, unfastening it with deft quickness, and then used two hands to pull her huge breasts into position to massive her partner's heavy nutsack with them - a sordid titjob of massive bimbo breasts on heavy, sperm-choked, hairless pre-teen balls.
Robyn craned her neck forward and took every inch of Isamu down her throat again, and they proceeded in this manner for several minutes, with her using her tits to massage the boy's sack, coaxing occasional bursts of chunky, glue-like sperm from his thick piss-pipe. The boy's urethra was pronounced and seemed to strain at the effort of delivering his thick wad, pressing Robyn's tongue against the bottom of her mouth with each discharge. Four times he pumped a smelly gout of spunk down her hungry throat...and he'd still not had a true orgasm!
After ten minutes she pulled her choking mouth from his cock, knowing that time was short, the "long" recess break of the day would soon be over, and she would soon be called to attend to the development of dozens of other boys.
"Please," she begged, eyes watering, tits bouncing and on shameful display to a boy young enough to be her son. "Give me the smelly, nasty load in your huge balls! Let me get you off, let that big 10-year-old dick puke all your rotten, yellow, stinky cum straight into my stomach!"
Isamu gripped her by the hair then, roughly pulling her face forward into his crotch. His young cock crashed down her throat, uncaring of concerns such as tenderness or, indeed, the ability to breathe. Suitably mounted, he began to fuck Robyn's face roughly and brutally, using every ounce of strength that his smooth and athletic body could muster. Her tits bounced and flopped against her midsection as her mouth was brutally violated by her pre-pubescent partner. Drool slopped down from her mouth to coat the fat balls that were hammering her chin, and then further to the floor, splattering in droplets.
"Stupid foreign bitch," hissed Isamu, borrowing a phrase from his mother. "You're just a stupid...toilet...you...dumb...slut!" The contrast between his cute (though capable) young voice and his tawdry words only added more fuel to the fire of the situation. There was a brutal snapping noises as Robyn's glasses were broken, the sexy frames cracked in half by Isamu's facefucking. Choking and glottal noises echoed off the walls of the small office, and if any other faculty happened to be wandering the halls of Pleasant Hill Elementary and passing her classroom, there was no doubt they'd be able to tell exactly what was going on, just from the disgraceful sound.
The recess bell rang just as he clutched her head roughly, fingers digging into her features, and pulled it harder onto his cock than ever before, spearing his length deep into the back of her throat and crushing her nose against his smooth, sexy abdomen, the olive skin devoid of hair and cut with subtle, youthful striations from running and swimming. There were no witnesses as he unloaded into her, nobody but the two of them to listen to the gurgling, spurting noises as Isamu's massive balls delivered their thick payload, making a wet vomiting sound with every porridge-like spurt into her depths, nobody to count the seven, eight, nine, then eruptions that filled her like a loaded condom and bloated her belly in a sick display of sexual excess.
Robyn's eyes rolled back into her head as she was filled with wad, and then Isamu withdrew to aim his pisshole at her catatonic, orgasming face, unloading a cobweb of gooey, yellow chowder over her features until she was unrecognizable. She chewed his wad mindlessly, like a mass of bubblegum. When it was over he strained the thick remainder from his cock in a lumpy mess, pouring it over her nose and lips. When she collapsed onto the floor, clutching her sperm-loaded belly, tits laying lewdly against the tile, mouth open and drooling constant runners of wad and phlegm, the sound of children's footsteps issuing back into the classroom was heavy in her ears.
Soon, every one of the young boys would see that she'd been used as a cum-toilet by one of their peers, an adult women stuffed with the incomparable cum of a young child. What a disgraceful display...and what an arousing one! Robyn shuddered to a humiliating orgasm as she lay on the floor...and then her body hitched and vomited, discharging a gout of lumpy, yellow-white cock sauce onto the floor in front of her face. Isamu's massive load had been too much for her to handle.
The boy, panting slightly, pulled his jeans back on. He hadn't cum that hard in a long time - maybe ever - and it had felt good to truly empty himself into another human being...or subhuman being, someone whose presence was irrelevant except for their use as a sperm toilet. Since the change in Pleasant Hill, Isamu had learned quickly what was important in the new society and what wasn't. His mother had realized it too, had helped him develop...but now she was gone, replaced by the sow-titted Caucasian piece of trash at his feet.
"It's all his fault," he muttered to himself, latching his belt-buckle. As the slender boy looked down with disdain at his conquest, he was startled by the rap of knuckles on the window, and looked back up to make eye contact over the frame with the startling blue eyes of...
"You," he said, meeting Aiden's gaze. "What do you want?"
Aiden held up a basketball in the window with one golden-tanned arm. The boy was already dressed for the gym. "Want to play?" His voice was tinny as it traveled through the glass pane.
"Yeah, yeah, give me a minute!"
Aiden disappeared from the office window. Isamu clenched his teeth. That little brat was two years younger than him...but everyone acted like he was the greatest thing in the world. Even his own mother. He now clenched his fists along with his teeth.
Even within the strange new order of Pleasant Hill, there were some things Isamu could not accept.