Bubblegum KatydidPurgatoryProspectsSummary:
The leader of a posh, middle school club explains their unique, visceral club to an adult authority figure.
Notes:
This entirely fictional work is absurd, preposterous, ridiculous, imagined as animation and should not be confused with reality. A club of depraved delinquents get caught red handed and explain their antics. Heavy underaged and oral sex hijinks. If any of these themes offend, please disengage now. Thanks for reading.
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Bubblegum Katydid
By Duane O'Day
'Miss Shwishinger … do you know why you're here?'
He's staring at my lips. Light purple like I've been sucking a grape lollipop. Tight, sumptuous O-lips accented by gigantic tarn blue eyes and dark, artisan auburn straight hair with blonde streaks.
Katydid Shwishinger speaking. Nice to meet everyone. You can call me Kadi. I'm barely 13 and I crush hard on seriously older men. Kadi wants a long, well oiled Daddy dick. Back home I don't wear much of anything. Here, I settle for a beastly support bra that attempts to hide my breast gigantism. The hormones in everything back home grow us thick young. I wear extremely tight, acid washed jeans slung so low the top of my bald little kitty shows. The floss of my g-string is pulled up my hips. Wet tissue paper is thicker than the light orange tee-shirt I'm wearing.
Why did Proctor Redd call me into his office to sit on a squatty-potty sized chair in front of his mammoth oak desk? I did call home room teacher a hag with a rancid canyon of an unwanted pussy, but I'm not an angel so could be anything. He's six foot eight and beefy. Probably in his late 60s. He gleams at me hatefully.
Honestly, I kinda love it. Like, he wants to choke me and shake my little body and he's not sure just what all else. You would too.
But Proctor Redd doesn't know what to do after the choking and shaking. But I'll be happy to guide this giant of a man. My fat cheeks would spill over but I could literally sit on one of his calloused palms. I'm always craving King Kong, the big boys.
'Tell me about Bubblegum Union.' He says insistently.
Oh my gawd, I'd love to fill him in. He's half-black, a light skinned zebra stud. He's clean shaven and has sugary molasses eyes. Great body, not a skinny frat boy but definitely Daddy bulges and a big hairy chest. I noticed his bulge walking in here, it's like he's got a bundle of bananas taped together.
It was a mistake being alone in here with me. School policy here is underage girls will be accompanied by diverse faculty members. He maybe made the biggest mistake of his life.
The educator doesn't realize I'm not from here. I'm from that other America. The limitless one. I've been here almost a year and quite like it. Get this, 447 alternative dimensions apart but there are some similarities!
'Like,' I bite my finger and stare at his melon destroying jawline. As I stall his veins stand out. He's not a patient man. But I'm glad he asked about Bubblegum Union.
I'll explain it to you but not him, I want him bullish and pissed at me. Blood rushes through his bulky Daddy body. If it's as broad as it looks his sledgehammer cock is gonna pound my cunny red …
Sorry, I got distracted as he stands and rounds the desk. His fists are clenched like he could break my nose. Bubblegum Union was my club back home. To be in the club you had to suck and swallow no matter what. All the bad girls in middle school wanted in. You know, diversity wise there were some real bison-girls who got in because they could swallow yogurt loads. I should know, Daddy had me sucking young back home. He would jizz gallons of stud cream down my throat. I used to sleep with a belly of pudding and oftentimes I'd get up and barf. I got used to it. Even grew to enjoy how roughly he throated me.
He throws me onto his desk like a twitching insect. He's trying to roll me onto my belly. I struggle and practically force him to grope me to make me stop thrashing.
What? There's a question? Oh sure, yeah in Bubblegum club you had to film yourself. Only true little mouth-sluts, no liars. Taking a man's massive horsecock into my expansive, supple warm throat is my purpose. It's a woman's way towards showing her value, which could lead to the honor of breeding. So yeah.
He angrily pins me to the desk with one hand. His other hand reaches into a forbidden desk drawer from when his career. An alder paddle with speed holes. The one reserved for the most awful brats. It looks like a wooden spoon in his meaty hand. His fingers bruise my jugular. He's gone too far already.
He's boiling to do it. He wants to feel the forced stretch. My body is going to convulse epilepsy like if he really does do it. A welcome soreness. Daddy back home is still a little trigger shy. He fondles and kisses but relents. He doesn't even let me swallows his jizz as much, he's having some morality crisis. I never minded the teasing. It was romance. But like any well groomed slut, I've needed so much more.
Another Bubblegum club question? Oh yeah, we had it at different ages but I middle school swallowing was mandatory. Peer pressure started around 9 to complete Daddy's warming sessions with actual head. Okay?
Okay.
I rip open my tee-shirt and let my floppy pale whoppers draw his dark eyes. I slide from my latex ballet shoes and slip off my flared jeans. He's a g-string away from the perverse promise land.
'I can't.' He mumbles predictably. 'I'd lose my career.' He takes his hand off my throat. His thumb coarsely flits my raspberry toned nipple to life.
I'm looking at his wedding ring. Geez, Proctor Redd, what priorities. I'm sensing his daughter is ignored often. I think I'll make very good friends with her.
Honestly, I thought with conservatism here I'd have a hard time making friends. Be a real drop of poison. But the girls here have gladly swarmed to my tutelage. We press tongues and send pictures to filthy old men. They show us big, chemically engorged. We love teasing them with our eager bodies. They respond to us extremely well. One geezer said it was his first full stiffy in 35 years.
See, back home we can't really yell rape. Nobody cares. It's a legally protected practice. Men have the rights, Daddy's always have dibs on their creations. And most our marriages are pretty open. So being strangled while I stripped naked makes me splooge, as sloppy as I've ever been.
Now it's so close. He's thinking of raping me on the desk. I know from fingering myself my pink-suckling canal is the like a soda bottle opening. This is going to be so tight in my freshly blossomed baby-hole.
He rolls me over. Swats me so hard my juicy pussy lips quake. I grind on the desk. He's got big balls this pervert motherfucker. So much older and bigger than me. I whine and sob while I thump my g-string on his ink blotter.
Because he's swatting my jiggling butt purple. My nipples are so puffy and pink it's painful. He pulls me onto my hands and knees by my hair. The paddle drums my ass while I gyrate my drippy pussy. I twerk it to show him what it moves like while impaled. My chunky little cunny flaps when I twerk. I froths and dribbles for Proctor Redd.
Ruining his job and marriage. Raping my tight young pussy. A depraved man but also a daring Lolita begging for it. I hear his trousers fall down. It touches my butt. I struggle with his hand holding me in concubine doggy style, trying to catch a glimpse.
His penis is like 7 corn dogs tethered together by rubber band thick veins and chubby, doughy flesh. The tip is pale and the base beef red. It's so volcanically hard against my itsy-bitsy body. I guess his Wifey is probably past her prime.
It's okay, Wifey. Kadi is happy to twerk her delinquent pussy on your husband's freakish girth. He pulls me hair so hard it U-turns my spine. The tip smears jizzum on my completely sealed, yet buttery little pussy.
It's really gonna fucking hurt. I think it and a second later he impales me in one forceful stroke. My guts are swished by his fleshy, horny cock. He uses my neck and hair to work me on and off his pumping like I'm a sex doll. He splurges years of sexless marriage into my tight pussy abusively. My body feels like it's splitting in half. He's too thick and ribby flesh flicks across my baby pink clitty as he hatefully fucks my bulging cervix into stern compliance.
When I stop violently bucking back against me he gives me another paddle spanking to arouse my enthusiasm. I'm doing all the work gaping my young hole on his dominant cock. It aches to rambunctiously rut this monster cock but it's my duty to get that cummy in my tummy. It's in our nursery rhymes. His swaying pomelo sized balls thud against my soppy, throbbing vulva. I can't even hang my head because he holds me in my position. Impaled on his velvety thickness and forced to hump. I think of him forsaking his wife and I splatter cum and splash piss all over his dick. Then I think of his forlorn daughter being a whore like me and my pussy gushes a splooge splash onto his cum filled balls. My pussy urgently tries to birth him out. He shows mercy that dumb whores don't deserve.
He pulls out of my creamy slit with a loud pop. I immediately turn and suckle while pumping with one hand. His cock is greasy with blood and lust. I've slurped my Uncle's cock back home slathered with jelly. Kadi doesn't mind a messy dick. Kadie wants that salty mucus taste. I've blown boys my age to completion but never a horse like Proctor Redd. My eyes are begging him to feed me jizzum. He eases down my throat and puts the paddle atop my sculpted, bruised ass cheeks. Without pride I swallow his cock and fondle his giant old man balls. It's going to completely fill my tummy.