[Musing] A Class of Their Own

[pre-story] [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

A Class of Their Own

“Hyper-pubescence is a hormonal condition affecting approximately 1% of US children today. The true cause of the condition is yet to be proven, but many scientists blame the hormones used in farming to make livestock more productive. The condition is treatable if detected before puberty, but once puberty begins, it cannot be treated. Upon entering puberty, patients experience dramatic development of primary sex characteristics and some secondary sex characteristics, as well as extreme sexual cravings, but often experience delayed, or at least dramatically slowed development of the majority of secondary sex characteristics…”

“Miss Takahashi?” A small voice spoke up.

Yumi looked up from the textbook she was reading from with a sigh. “Yes, Josh?”

“Can I be excused to the bathroom? And Cathy, too?” He asked.

Yumi sighed again, shaking her head. “You may go, but Cathy will have to wait until you bring back the hall pass.” She replied. “You know the rules.”

“Aww...” Josh whined as he stood up from his seat and walked up to Ms. Takahashi’s desk. Yumi shook her head. The boy certainly didn’t LOOK eighteen, but he sure as hell acted like it. He was only about five feet tall, with a wiry build, a childish face, short, messy, sandy blonde hair and big, innocent-looking green eyes. Of course, he looked innocent at first glance, until you noticed the vaguely-predatory way he looked at girls, the subtle smirk at the corner of his lips, and the massive, unmistakable bulge of his groin. It looked like he’d stuffed a grapefruit into the crotch of his pants, along with some manner of enormous sausage which snaked down his thigh almost to his knee, straining at the material.



As Yumi handed Josh the hall pass, she caught a glimpse of Cathy, a look of frustration and disappointment twisting the black girl’s pouty lips into a frown. She was turning nineteen in a month, but she was only about 4’6”, and almost scrawny, with narrow hips and a slender ribcage, her long, dark, curly hair tied up in a high ponytail. The only part of her that didn’t look childish were her tits. They were like fucking watermelons, massive, flawless globes of smooth mahogany flesh that jutted proudly from her chest, her low-cut top presenting a glorious canyon of alluring cleavage, the hem riding low enough to give a teasing glimpse of the edges of her dark nipples. She leaned forward, planting her elbows on the desk, her enormous melons squeezed between them as she rested them heavily on the desk, further enhancing her already-ridiculous cleavage.

The whole class was full of similar cases, a dozen teenagers with massively overdeveloped tits and dicks attached to childishly cute bodies. When the school arranged the ‘class for the differently endowed’, she’d objected, arguing that segregating a bunch of otherwise-normal kids over a non-contagious medical condition was, at best, questionable ethics, and putting them all in a single class would only hurt their education. Of course, she didn’t have the tenure to actually do anything about it, being fresh out of college. But after running the class all year, she had to admit, these kids were a handful, at best, and keeping them together probably helped keep the chaos to a minimum. If regular teenagers were horny, these kids were insatiable. Regular teachers confiscated cell phones and busted kids trying to cheat on tests, she confiscated sex toys and busted kids trying to subtly masturbate.

Yumi was, at least, the logical choice to teach the class. After all, she knew exactly what the kids were going through. She’d suffered through hyper-pubescence before it was widely known. She knew all about the aches and pains, the bullying, the uncontrollable urges, and the shame that followed… For most of high school she’d been barely four feet tall with tits the size of basketballs. Thankfully, her development had finally caught up to her in college. She was still only 5’2”, but she’d kept the massive melons, and her hips had widened, while her waist and thighs stayed nice and slim, giving her a tight little bubble butt and a nice thigh gap. She was pure-blooded Japanese, and her heritage was clearly evidenced by almond-shaped eyes and long, straight, silky black hair, usually worn up in a tight bun. She dressed conservatively, or rather, as conservatively as she could, considering the scarcity of tops suited to her titanic breasts. It was hard enough to be taken seriously with a bust like hers, she had to look professional.

Yumi went back to the lesson after a moment or two, reading out of the textbook for a good ten minutes before Cathy raised her hand to interrupt. “Ms. T, Josh isn’t back yet…”

Yumi cursed inwardly. He’d better not be doing what she suspected he was… She pushed herself up to her feet. “Alright, class, read the rest of the chapter, we’ll answer the summary questions when I get back.” She announced, turning and marching for the door, heels clicking as she strode forward with purpose, brow furrowed with annoyance.

It was a short trip down the hall to the bathrooms. She marched right up to the men’s room door and rapped her knuckles on the wooden surface sharply. “I’m coming in!” She announced, before pushing the door open and striding in. She heard a sharp gasp and shuffle, and from out of one of the stalls burst a girl in a cheerleader uniform, rushing past Yumi and out the door before she could get a good look at the girl’s face. Yumi stared after her, blinking n surprise for a moment, only to turn back to see where she came from and freeze.

“You’ve got the worst timing, Ms. T.” Josh muttered with annoyance. He stood in the stall the cheerleader had just left, his pants completely off, quite possibly the most awe-inspiring cock she’d ever seen thrusting proudly from his hips. It was enormous, thick as a soda can and easily more than a foot long, covered all over with thick, bulging veins that throbbed with his pulse. He had no pubic hair at all, which somehow only seemed to make the fearsome shaft look even bigger. Below it hung a pair of balls the size of ripe mangoes, swaying heavily in a smooth, hairless sack. It looked almost ridiculous on his small frame, it would probably have reached his chest, if it weren’t angled almost straight at Yumi’s face, the tip glistening with a fresh coating of spit.

“Wha-” Yumi stuttered, her eyes riveted to the fearsome phallus, unable to look away. She’d never seen a hyper-pubescent penis before...

“I was real close to cumming, but then you went and scared her off.” Josh continued, seeming not to notice his teacher’s stunned silence as he strode forward, the fearsome weapon between his legs swaying wildly side-to-side as he walked, Ms. T’s eyes following the throbbing, apple-sized cockhead like it was a hypnotist’s watch.

“I-” Miss yumi stammered. Her mouth suddenly felt dry. She could feel a heat blossoming between her thighs.

“I can’t go back to class like this, Ms. T...” Josh added, his cock throbbing, bobbing in midair at he stood in front of her, the short, innocent-looking boy exuding an aura of confidence.

“You…” Yumi muttered, her voice weak. She didn’t even realize she was kneeling down until she felt her knees hit the cold tile of the boy’s bathroom, her student’s monstrous cock now looming over her like some grand, monolithic monument to masculinity.

Josh grabbed Yumi’s neat bun on one hand and his member in the other, levering the titanic shaft down until the gleaming, swollen crown was poised just inches in front of his teacher’s soft, glistening lips. “Open.” He commanded, simply.

Yumi knew she shouldn’t. This was wrong on so many levels, a betrayal of her role as a teacher and a shaper of young minds, and she opened her mouth to tell him so… only to find her tongue suddenly pinned to the bottom of her mouth as an overgrown teenaged megacock suddenly plowed through her open lips, stretching them around its fearsome girth. Her eyes went wide. The salty, musky flavor of precum exploded across her tongue, a familiar flavor, but unique in it’s raw intensity, it tasted… right. Her indignant words turned into a muffled moan, her eyelids fluttering.

Josh wasted no time, one hand holding her bun like a handle while the other gripped the base of her skull and pulled. Yumi’s eyes snapped open wide once more as the thick crown pushed at the entrance to her throat, making her choke for a moment. Josh didn’t seem to care. His abs rippled as he pushed his hips forward, arm flexing as he pulled her down more firmly. Yumi started to panic, he was too fucking huge, there was no way it would be able to fit- but it did. She swallowed, instinctively, and the monstrous teenage cock plowed into her throat in an instant, pushing past her uvula, and abruptly, the urge to gag died. She looked up at Josh with a mix of awe and confusion, her lips stretched tight around his fat cock, and the sandy-haired teen grinned a cocky grin that made her core squeeze involuntarily.

With no further resistance, Josh took what he wanted, feeding inch after inch of thick, veiny, overgrown cock past his usually-dignified teacher’s lips, the huge-tittied Japanese woman’s expression one of surprise and awe. He didn’t stop until he ground his hairless hips against her nose, her eyes watering with strain as she swallowed involuntarily, milking the fourteen-inch shaft planted deep in her throat. She gave another strangled moan, her throat vibrating around him deliciously. The cheerleader she’d chased off had been eager, but she’d barely been able to fit the head in her mouth. Ms.T had a mouth made for sucking off fat teenage cocks, she was almost as good as Cathy. Assuming she didn’t get him expelled after this, he’d have to make a point of fucking her face again. He began to move, pulling his hips back through the rippling rings of muscle of her throat, before suddenly slamming forward again to the hilt. Ms. Yumi’s eyes fluttered once more as she moaned around him again. Expulsion was looking less and less likely.

Josh began to thrust wildly, fucking his teacher’s throat with reckless abandon. Yumi moaned and squirmed, squeezing her thighs together as she knelt on the cold, hard tile of the boy’s bathroom, her panties now soaked, her eyes watering with the strain. Her mind was swimming with perverse desire as Josh’s smooth, heavy balls bunced off her chin with each thrust of his hips. She knew how wrong this was, but it felt so fucking good, she was just so fucking hot! Fucking her own student was grounds for  immediate firing, and all it would take was one student to walk in through the open bathroom door. The thought of being seen in such a disgraceful, compromising position only made the burning heat between her thighs even more intense.

Yumi felt Josh’s massive, hairless balls tightening against her chin, and her eyes went wide again as she realized what was coming. Josh thrust even faster, pounding his full length in and out of Ms. T’s tight, rippling throat like a jackhammer, his grip on her head tightening, further ruining her neatly-styled hair. “You’re gonna wanna swallow, Ms. T.” He warned her through gritted teeth… He hadn’t needed to say anything. Even if her mind screamed how wrong this all was, her body craved it. The taste of his cock had awakened something in her, a hunger, an itch that had gone unnoticed until it was suddenly scratched. Yumi’s arms wrapped around the youthful-looking teen abruptly, her hands coming up to grip his slender hips and pull him in, burying her face in is smooth, hairless abs and filling her throat with his overgrown cock, eyelids fluttering a she held him there tightly, his length throbbing in her throat.

Taken off-guard by Ms. T’s sudden aggressiveness, Josh abruptly arched his back and moaned, his youthful body shuddering in ecstasy. His smooth, fat balls churned on Ms. T’s lips as cum surged up from his core and rocketed down his length. It blasted from the tip of his cock like a firehose, a thick, forceful stream of white-hot molten ball-batter, creamy, sticky spunk that clung to the walls of her throat. She swallowed hungrily, over and over, her throat rippling around his girth, milking out the enormous load and guiding his teenage seed down to her belly. She’d skipped lunch, a decision she was now grateful for, as blast after blast of thick, hot, creamy jizz pooled in her stomach, sloshing and churning deliciously.

Josh’s enormous load went on and on for ages, the cute, boyish teenager shivering in his teacher’s grasp as he clung to her head like it was the only thing keeping his feet on the ground. With each blast, the volume and force of his cum decreased, until it finally stopped firing altogether. Yumi held the teen in place for a long moment, her throat still rhythmically swallowing around his girth. Eventually, she let him go, slowly pulling his hips back, keeping her lips sealed tight around his shaft, until only the head of his massive cock was left in her mouth. She looked up at him as she gave the beast one last long, hard suck, drawing every last drop of youthful cum from his length, her tongue swirling over his oversensitive head, savoring the salty, musky, delicious flavor is his cream. His arrogance was gone now, his expression twisted with overwhelming sensation, his slender limbs still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Between the size, the taste, and the adorable expressions, she might just get addicted to this…

She pulled her lips from the head of his cock with a wet, sucking pop, releasing her grip on his hips. Wordlessly, she pushed herself up to her feet, her presence looming over him much more than the actual two or three inches of height she had on him physically. She turned, looking at herself in the mirror for a moment. Her makeup was ruined, her lipstick smeared, her mascara running at the corners of her eyes, and her hair was a mess, her once-neat bun now barely holding together. She turned back to Josh, eyes narrowed dangerously. “You are in a LOT of trouble, Mr. Stephens.”

“I-” Josh stammered, taking a half-step back, his member shrinking as it softened somewhat.

“In fact…” Ms. Takahashi added, cutting him off. “I’m giving you detention. You’ll be staying late after school today, to make up for the class you missed.” She announced, her serious expression turning into something slightly… playful. “You’d better be prepared to work hard, Mr. Stephens. I can be very… demanding.” She purred, grinning wickedly before swirling her tongue over her lips.

Josh swallowed, nervously, but his cock swiftly rose to full hardness again.