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DO NOT READ THIS IF EASILY OFFEND OR NOT A FAN OF RAPE AND MIND BREAK YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED The swim class was a sham, at least from the perspective of what the parents thought it was. Syn would be presentable and act nice to them--like a responsible older teenage boy--and convince them he had the training necessary to teach their children how to swim and that the preschool- and lower-school-aged youngsters would be safe with him for three hours every friday. He'd keep up the facade until all the kids were dropped off; then he'd change over to his dark, perverted self, slowly breaking the minds of the boys and girls, preparing them to be molested. Eventually, he'd get them all to the state of mind where they'd beg him to have his pleasure with their little bodies. (Rosa was in the class too, of course, and knew what was going on. She'd promised to keep quiet about it in front of the parents as long as Syn kept paying attention to her needs too, particularly her need for his milk.)

Syn looked back and forth over the twenty preteens lined up in front of him between him and the pool, grinning as he compared them, picking out his next conquest. The girls' flat chests and plump peaches all squeezed tight up in their skimpy, undersized swimsuits, a nice spread of whites, asians, mexicans, and blacks. Same with the boys. Before class, Syn had provided them with similarly skimpy girls' swimsuits and instructed them to change into them, mocking and berating the ones who refused until they gave in. The result was that all the boys, from tough to wimpy, now stood there shuffling uncomfortably their little packages threatening to push out the top of their bikini bottoms and their nuts slipping out around the sides of their swimsuit crotches. Syn's eyes eventually came to rest on the two black seven-year-olds. They were identical twin sisters named Roquelle and Bonika. They were a little older than the others, in first grade, but had larger, curvier features. They had the same ebony skin, dark black hair, and hazel eyes--but, though they were identical, they looked quite a bit different because, simply put, Roquelle was chubby while Bonika was flat-out fat. Bonika's big, round tummy ballooned out of the space between her comparatively small, flat chest and crotch, both covered in her small orange bikini that looked like it was squeezing her. Although her chest and pussy areas were starting to grow mature too, it was hard to tell compared to her belly. The skin covering her midsection looked smooth, tight, and stretched like it was barely holding her in. She had a fat outie belly button too while her sister, Roquelle, was starting to have an innie on her much less plump (but still smooth and strokable) tummy. Roquelle's black hair was in long, thin braids hanging off the back of her head (she'd probably never had her hair cut) and her face was nicely rounded. Like her sister, she was just barely starting to grow breasts. As for her pussy, some of the rest of the class kept sneaking glances at her because the two halves of her chocolate-colored girl peach had pushed completely out around the crotch of her light-blue one-piece swimsuit, pulling the fabric up between the two halves of her babyish cunt like floss. She had a pert butt, and her thighs and legs were smooth and proportional to the rest of her body. Bonika's hair was in short braids woven against her scalp. Her face was round, and her cheeks were pudgy. Two lumps also pushed out against the inside of her bikini top, the beginning of breasts like her sister's accentuated by her pudge. Her hips were gloriously wide, and her booty stuck out way behind her, stretching her bikini and threatening to push it down off her. Her inner thighs pressed right up against the sides of her dark, ripening flower. Before instructing the kids to get in the pool, Syn handed each one a bottle of water like he always did because his big thing was "stay hydrated." This was a ruse too, of course. It served a double purpose. The first was more like a bonus, actually. Each kid would get their bottle and have to set it down on their towel, which required bending over and showing off their cabooses. Some even squatted while spreading their legs apart, giving a perfect view of their swimsuits stretched over their bulges, conforming to their shapes perfectly, the boys' cocks protruding out and jiggling up and down, the girls' pussies hugged tight against their skin, all squishy. Syn would usually take this time to walk around the class and pick his targets, but not today. He'd already chosen the two black lolis. Of course, the second benefit of the water bottles was where the real money was. He'd always prepare one or two of the bottles with diuretic powder or laxatives to make the targeted kids have to use the bathroom. Then they'd go do their business, separating themselves from the rest of the group in the process and giving Syn the perfect opportunity to rape them without any of the other kids catching on. Or even better, they would have an accident in the pool, and Syn would have reason to "scold" them after class, all alone with his targets in the changing rooms. The latter situation is exactly what happened today. It went exactly as planned. When he was handing out water bottles to the kids, he made sure to give Bonika the one prepared with the diuretic powder. He watched her stirring uncomfortably for half the class, fidgeting with her bikini bottom, pulling the fabric around her pussy with her thumbs, not sure why she felt so hot and funny. Of course, that feeling impacted her swimming, so her sister Roquelle tried to help her. In the middle of class, Syn inwardly grinned as he watched her stand in the shallow end of the pool and pee herself, her eyes wide because she hadn't seen it coming, her face dark red--purple, even--with the shame of ruining the pool for the rest of the class. The rest of the kids were able to get out of the pool in time when they saw it coming, and Syn promptly ended class early and had them change to go home. But Roquelle, who had been standing next to her sister, was hit dead on by the stream. Bonika, when her body was done relieving itself, started to cry hard about what had just happened. Roquelle and Bonika climbed out of the water together, and then Syn pretended to get angry at her and told both sisters to follow him to the girls' locker room where there were no cameras. He made sure the rest of the kids were out and then pulled them inside by their wrists. He told them to sit down on one of the benches between two rows of lockers and locked both doors to the room while they did. Then he gave them a good talking to, scolding them for being dirty and careless for not taking care of their business beforehand. He told them they had to shower extra well before they got changed back and that he would have to make sure they got clean this time. Roquelle stood up and yelled back, defending her sister and indignant she was getting punished for something Bonika had done, but Syn reminded her where she was standing when her sister had let loose and that she had to be cleaned too. Roquelle blushed and shut her mouth before sitting back down. Syn almost didn't want them to get up from that bench because of the perfect way they were sitting, spreading their ebony legs, giving him the perfect view of their squishy, young, soft targets. But the growing pressure in his swimsuit reminded him he had to get them started showering and start touching them before it was too late and he revealed himself before they were ready. He took them into the open-shower room and turned on several of the shower heads, making the water fall all around them on the tile floor and the steam start to rise. He started with Bonika. With a bar of soap in his metal right hand, he faced her toward the shower head, knelt behind her, and backed her right up against his front side with her bikini-padded butt squishing up against the growing bulge in his swim trunks. With the water splattering on her fat tummy and rolling down her black, smooth skin, he began washing her chest first. He rubbed the soap across her two covered chest lumps, quickly getting her large nipples hard and poking out against the inside of her orange bikini top, making two buttons in the two cups. He washed down her arms and under them with the bar of soap then made her lift her arms and took off her bikini top. While her sister watched nervously, he rubbed the bar over both her bare lumps, circling it around her large, erect preteen nipples and coal-colored areolae. Then he set the bar of soap down on the tile floor of the shower room and lathered the soap all over her chest, gripping and squeezing her lumps and thumbing her nipples. She inadvertently let out a small moan but caught herself and looked to her sister in embarrassment as if to say, "it doesn't feel good! It's just a shower... I'm not a dirty girl!" But she was, and Syn could tell from her faster, shallower breathing. Syn rubbed the lather down and around her fat tummy, feeling his palms all around her big, slick smooth potbelly. Her skin was as smooth and warm as it looked, drawn taut over her girth. He rubbed both his palms down around her belly and cupped its underside, stroking her, making her feel good, preparing her. Then he got to her prize. He slid both hands between her chubby thighs, making her adjust her stance, spreading her legs. Syn pressed on her plump bikini bulge and rubbed the soap lather into it. Her face started turning purple again as she started to realize how good it felt to be molested. Even at that age, she had some sense of shame about it because her daddy had told her never to let anyone outside of her family touch her there. But she also didn't want to resist. The physical feelings of her underused genitals being rubbed combined with the desires she never knew she had to be used like a slut, touched and entered without her permission. Her little gasps grew louder and louder as Syn pushed the bikini repeatedly into her small vaginal canal, fingering her with it. Her high-pitched moans eventually started to ring out over the splatter of the shower. Her sister watched her with awe, half wondering if this was alright and half wondering if she would get the same treatment. At the very least, she felt awkward watching her sister getting so much pleasure, entering into a realm of their relationship as family they'd never explored before--but she couldn't look away from the two adult hands rubbing all over her sister's body wherever they wanted, including her private parts. Bonika shivered as she got her preteen cunt rubbed through her swimsuit, both of Syn's hands pressing in on it and squishing it, its fat shifting and plumping out wherever it wasn't being pressed in. Then Syn pulled up on the waistband of the bikini bottom, slipping the crotch fabric in between her pussy lips like it had been at the beginning. He went back to rubbing the soap into her dark skin, now directly onto her puffy peach. Bonika shivered, starting to experience feelings she'd never experienced before. Finally, Syn worked his soapy hands down under the rear waistband of her bikini bottom, cupping her significant buttcheeks in his palms, rubbing and patting them. Eventually, he gave them a hard squeeze and pushed down, slipping her tiny bikini bottom off her fat thighs. He pulled her back and made her cradle his achingly firm bulge between her firm, preteen buttcheeks before he went back to washing her plump pussy mound, hugging her closer now that she was totally bare. He could now feel that she had a piercing, a bead of warm metal situated right in the middle of her clitoral hood, and she would make a loud, desperate gasp each time he touched it. He wondered how it got there, starting to fantasize about their daddy making both girls get one and whoring them out for his income. He'd have to check if Roquelle had one too. At this point, Syn was about to literally burst out of his swim trunks, so he desperately looked back and forth between Bonika and Roquelle. Bonika was panting in his arms, looking back at him and practically begging for more attention to her slutty, young body already. But was Roquelle ready? She was standing there enraptured, sucking her thumb--so yes, definitely. Syn grinned and pushed his swim trunks off around his knees, releasing his thick twenty-six incher, which sprang right up between Bonika's legs, making it look like it was her oversized dick--except for the color of the skin. Both girls stared at it, jaws agape, but neither seemed to complain. Instead, they were interested and fascinated. Syn had seen that reaction in youngsters before; it told him they were ripe for the picking. While his achingly hard cock stiffened against Bonika's soft little-girl pussy, he stroked two soapy fingers on his left hand back and forth along her cunt lips, making them swell and soften in the crack of her fat, wet peach. Then he used those fingers to spread the two halves of her mound and slid his right index finger up her bare, vulnerable pussy hole while spreading it and whispered in her ear, "we have to be really thorough and get you all clean everywhere." She panted, moaned, and loosened around his finger, accepting him inside her tight little cunthole as the warm shower water ran over her belly and down onto her crotch and his hand. He shoved a second finger into her now puffy, juicy pussy and worked her, making her moan louder and clamp on his fingers. Roquelle continued to wiggle her booty and suck her thumb as she watched her sister getting sexually used, looking back and forth between student and swim coach, hoping he would stick his fingers up her own little hole too. Bonika panted and moaned out loud then started making short, high-pitched gasps. That's when Syn pulled his fingers out, leaving Bonika right on the edge of her first orgasm, and pulled Roquelle in front of him in her place, leaving Bonika frustrated and desperate and making Roquelle a very happy little girl. He made Roquelle face him and ran his hands up and down the smooth sides of her light-blue, one-piece swimsuit. She shivered, already very much aroused. Syn picked the bar of soap back up off the ground and ran it slowly down the front of her swimsuit, taking detours along way to rub it up and down over both her nipples until they got hard. She watched him with shivering anticipation as he traced it down over her belly button and then slowly and sensually ran it between her legs, making her grin and gasp. Syn held the soap in his right hand and used his left to slip the shoulder straps of the swimsuit off her shoulders. Then he peeled it off her down to just below her belly and repeated the process with the soap, this time taking longer with her bare, dark areolae and her rounded, smooth belly. When he got to her waistline, he turned the soap vertical and pushed it down between her bare genitals skin and the front of the lower half of her swimsuit. He rested the bar of soap inside her suit right up between her legs so the material made the soap press in firmly against her bulging mound. He pulled her swimsuit down her legs, and the soap came with it, stained with rivulets of seven-year-old-pussy juice. She stood there in front of him naked with the warm shower water running down her bare, tight, chocolate skin, and she looked at him with her hazel eyes as he rubbed up and down her young, smooth, horny body. Was there...? Yep, she had a clit piercing too, the same kind. Syn grinned as he wondered whether they got whored out to adults or the other kids in their first-grade class. He started to fantasize about being their daddy and making them do his bidding with all the little boys, girls, and pokemon in the school--like maybe tying them up in the gym and letting the students line up to take turns with them. Syn's cock kept twitching hard at the thought, and Roquelle kept reaching for the base of it. So Syn decided that showering was no longer a priority. His dick happily agreed. He stood up, turned the shower heads off, and led them both by their small hands to the bench where he'd scolded them before, leaving their swimsuits in the shower room. He sat down and held his cock up in both hands, showing them the piercings running up the underside of the whole shaft like railroad tracks. It stuck out way in front of him, nearly reaching all the way to the lockers, bobbing stiffly and drooling a thick line of pre off the tip all the way to the floor. His grapefruit-sized nuts hung heavily down between his legs in front of the bench, swinging lewdly with each bob of his cock. He turned on the piercings' electric and vibrating functions and allowed the girls to touch it and experiment with it if they wanted. They put their smooth, small, black hands all over it, giggling as they felt a boy's naughty thingie for the very first time. While they did, they looked up at him, probably unaware they were clearly begging for it already with their happy, naive puppy-dog expressions. He was happy to give, especially because of what he knew was to follow after they swallowed his cum. "You two girls wanna try sucking on it?" They jumped with excitement, and Roquelle asked, "can we?!" "Yeah," Syn told them, "and you'll both get a reward if you do good." They walked to the end of his cock near the lockers and stood there happily, one on each side, partially bent over to lick and kiss his cockhead, sliding their little, wet tongues all over it and pressing against it with their fat, soft lips, cleaning off all his messy pre. Syn watched them work between his legs, their big booties stuck out behind them, and imagined shoving his fat dick up their little pussyholes all the way till they had big belly bulges clamping down on his meat. They worked from the head down the length of his cock until they'd wet down every last inch of it. He loved the way they were making him feel, all tense in his cock and rock hard from their warm, tingling tongues--but he had to admit that he did feel sorry for Bonika, the way he had left her right on the edge earlier. He decided he would leave Roquelle on the floor pleasuring him and told Bonika to climb up on his lap instead, which she did now obeying his every command without question. "Yes, Teacher," she said, her eyes glazed over and a grin on her face, her obedience probably at least partially a result of all the pre she had swallowed. "You girls call me daddy from now on, hear?" Syn replied, a mischievous grin on his face, his boner jumping with approval. "Your cock is delicious, Daddy" Roquelle cooed before starting to suck on the tip of his magnificently large, precum-slicked cockhead. "Naughty girl, Roquelle! Where did you learn that bad word? I bet you're a little slut at school," Syn said. "I'm a very bad girl," Roquelle murmured as she licked Syn's cockhead and winked up at him, rubbing both her small hands along the vibrating shaft. Roquelle turned her full attention to Syn's big, hard cock, and Syn turned his attention back to Bonika. He positioned her facing away from him on her hands and knees so that her jelly-bowl, her large but tight-skinned little-girl ass was pointed toward him. He gave it a rub in his left hand, enjoying the smoothness and heat of her bare, jiggling, preteen, black ass then gave her left cheek a firm, open-palmed spank, making her moan in desperate sexual need, her pussy leaking love juice like a faucet. Her fat legs were already spread around his middle the way she was positioned on him, but he pulled them farther apart, stretching her goodies open. He could see her tight, little pink-lined pucker between her spread cheeks. It showed just a little of the tender flesh inside it as it opened delightfully into a stretched, rounded entrance just about the circumference of Syn's thumb. The tightly pulled skin squeezed and pulsed against Syn's stretch. With his hands under her hips, he pulled her plump rear up to his face and lewdly stuck his large tongue between her cheeks, jiggling it against and into her asshole, which was all clean thanks to the shower and sweet-tasting thanks to the soap. Roquelle watched with glassy, curious eyes as her twin sister's face exploded in a kind of pleasure she'd never felt before. Bonika's belly cradled Syn's cock, and she reached down to rub Syn's oversized, fertile nuts in her small, black palms while Roquelle reached down between her legs and started rubbing her pudgy little pussy in response to her sister's pleasure with both cupped hands. It squooshed and leaked against her small hands just like Bonika's soft cunt did against his chin. Grinning, Syn further wiggled his tongue inside Bonika's asshole. It repeatedly clenched around Syn's tongue as he made her insides slick and tender. She tasted and smelled like sweat and the pool. Her fists and toes clenched and unclenched all by themselves as he ate out her throbbing hole, face buried between her plump, black cheeks. Syn rubbed those cheeks and pulled and released them, letting them slap and squeeze his face. Due to Bonika's moaning and Roquelle's masturbation and licking, Syn's cock was starting to bob hard, stiff as a rod now all the way along its massive length, drooling a thick river of precum into a puddle at Roquelle's feet. He pulled back from Bonika's butt, spreading her cheeks with his thumbs, palms cupped and pressed up against her young skin, admiring the loose, wet sheen he'd given her. Then he pulled her up higher, presenting himself with her chocolate-colored preteen pussy with its ash-colored lips and clit piercing. To keep her balance, Bonika gripped Syn's shaft in her small, chubby hands to keep her balance, wrapping her grabby, warm, soft palms around it on opposite sides. "Now lick it, Bonika," Syn told her. "Roquelle, you fit as much of the pink part as you can in your mouth and suckle." "Yes, Daddy," they said in unison, making Syn's cock twitch again in anticipation of cumming all over the little black girl. Syn scooted forward on the bench in preparation to cum, making Bonika have to lean farther forward and expose more of her pudgy bitch parts to Syn's prying hands. Syn grinned, watching the seven-year-old Roquelle struggle to insert his cockhead, opening her mouth as wide as she could, her tongue sticking out, sliding along the underside, getting a big taste of Syn's drooling milk. She'd be able to take his whole cock in her plump little pussyhole after this. The first time she managed to lock her big lips around it, it slipped right back out again due to the fountain of pre; and she tried to stabilize it with her hands even though it kept bobbing around, ducking and stretching her neck to try to line up her mouth with it again and kiss it. Eventually, she managed to steady it with her squeezy, little hands and try again, leaning forward and awkwardly wobbling as she tried to fit Syn's large, pink cockhead in her little piehole. When she finally got her mouth over it a good bit, Syn gasped with sudden pleasure and spurted a big shot of pre, which she was forced to gulp down. He could suddenly see the change come over her, especially in her eyes, as she tightened her grip and suckled on his cockteat fervently, needing more of his addictive milk. His cock bobbed, pleasured in her mouth's tight, slippery-wet suction. "See? Look at how much you love the taste of it," Syn grinned, lording it over the little girl, watching her eagerly suck his dick and gulp down his continuous river of tasty, warm pre. "You're my little slut now, Roquelle. You're gonna be my preteen prostitute from now on and do whatever I tell you to do. I'm gonna dress you both up like whores in tight, pussy-floss thongs, miniskirts, and little tank tees, and I'm gonna sell your underage bodies for money in the back rooms of truck stops. Then I'm gonna take you out on the street at night and do it again, and I'm gonna bind your wrists while total strangers do you up your preteen fuckholes." They were totally broken now. He could feel both their oral ministrations get more eager as their weak, impressionable minds responded favorably to the attention, especially to the promise of new clothes that would make them look like their momma dressed. The fantasies and the vibrations and little electric pulses from his piercings were keeping him rock hard and right on edge, but he didn't want to go over until he got Bonika her first cum. He lifted her up with his metal right palm cupped under her pregnant-looking belly. His eyes traveled down from her babyish ass to the great view he now had of her underage pussy bulge. The size of a navel orange, plopped between her legs so that the sides of her plump, ebony mound squished up against her chubby inner thighs. Her pussy lips were swollen up big and almost purple, flushed with blood, making a juicy, slick barrier between the two halves of her fat peach. The purplish button of her erect clit poked out, all swollen up too and ready to be rubbed at the bottom of her rounded slit. Syn curled the fingers of his left hand and pressed his fist thumb side up against the underside of her premature cunt and her pubis. Then he reached his thumb up and ran it down her slit starting from her sex hole at the top to her clit piercing at the bottom, pressing his thumb in between her lips as he went, parting them. This made her shiver from the feel of his warm skin against her privates, and he put her feet down on the bench by Syn's sides for support, spreading her chubby legs and allowing him to use both hands. Her pussy was now pulled flatter, stretched between her thighs. Her lips stretched apart a little, putting some space between them, not so smooshed together anymore. Syn spread her little-girl ass with his palms on her hips and his thumbs between her cheeks, allowing him not only to see the pink inside her asshole; her pussy lips spread wide at the top and revealed her vaginal insides, which he could see clenching, squeezing rhythmically against each other in carnal anticipation, drawing frothy strings of pussy juice between them each time they parted. He moved his hands lower and placed his thumbs flat and vertical one on each half of her squishy jello mound and pulled apart, spreading her lips wide open down the entire length of her seven-year-old pussy, allowing him to see her urethra and juice-secreting pores as well as exactly how big and swollen her excited clit was and how juicy and small her child vagina was inside. With his hands on her hips, he lifted her rear end up to his mouth and kissed her pussy, first sucking on her clit, tonguing her piercing making her shake and moan, pulling the flesh nub into his mouth, slipping it between his pursed lips, then slipping it back out again the same way, making her genitals throb with the intense feeling running through her. Then he fit his open mouth over her entire plump, black mound from top to bottom and suck-kissed as if really eating a juicy fruit. He dug his large tongue up her small cunthole and toyed with her insides, slurping all over her young baby-making tunnel. In the meantime, Roquelle struggled to keep Syn's vibrating, slippery cockhead in her mouth as loads of Syn's precum ran down out the sides and in rivulets down her frontside, wetting her belly and reaching her underdeveloped crotch, staining her thighs and lubricating her pussy. The two halves of her slit spread and flattened between her legs as she stepped about in Syn's precum puddle and pressed back together into a plump mound with a plain crevice going down the middle when she stood still again. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and forced Syn's whole cockhead inside, gagging herself on it. She proceeded to suck hard on the flesh and slide her wet, hot tongue all over it. Her soft, little hands stroked up and down the sides of his vibrating dick, cupped around the shaft and barely covering half of the circumference, rubbing his loads of pre slickly into his shaft. Bonika did the same thing with her hands on the base, kissing up and down the topside of his shaft as best she could while her little body shivered with the pleasure of having its juicy naughty parts licked. Her pussy never stopped drooling warmly down Syn's chin as she approached her orgasm against and around his tongue, repeatedly clenching. She made one big, hard, long squeeze on Syn's fat tongue suddenly, and, legs kicking, squirted for at least a minute on Syn's chin as her vagina pumped and pulled his tongue firmly inside her little fuckhole. With that, Syn stopped holding back and pumped his hot, goopy load straight down Roquelle's throat. Roquelle made a loud, surprised screech as the first shot blasted off in her and she was forced to swallow a tummyfull of Syn's special seed. Then the head slipped out of her mouth again and splatted cum up and down her naked, black child body, bobbing and drenching her with fifteen more gargantuan spurts of semen, plastering her against the lockers, drenching her and oozing off her onto the floor, running down her bare, flat chest, rounded belly, and eager little cunt. Without complaining, she stood there in his cum puddle, looking up at him, panting and grinning wide as she rubbed the cum into her pussy with both little hands, squooshing her pudgy peach around, her excited expression like, "I did it!". Now that Bonika was done, Syn picked her up under her arms and set her back down on the floor. "Clean up your sister," he told her, and she nodded up at him while slowly rubbing her satisfied, dripping cunt bulge. She waddled over and gave her plastered sister a hot kiss before bending forward, sticking her booty out at Syn. He watched her shake her little ass and cunt as she dragged her tongue up Roquelle's flat chest, getting full mouthfuls of Syn's magic, goopy cum, guaranteeing that both of them would stretch as much as Syn's big dick required. Roquelle shivered in need as Bonika licked her lower and lower, making her clean and wet. Bonika paused when she got to her sister's purplish clit hood and sucked on it instead, making Roquelle moan loud and look up at Syn with begging eyes. Now Syn picked up Roquelle, leaving Bonika crawling on the floor drinking Syn's cum pool like something halfway between a slut of a little girl and a dirty animal, her satisfied pussy dripping a combination of its own juices and Syn's saliva. Holding Roquelle facing away from him, he stiffened up his still rock-hard cock straight up in the air and held Roquelle against the top of the head, making her spread her legs around him and squooshing her dripping pussy against his flesh. She spread and moaned as he started to push down, fitting her needy cunt down over his cockhead, starting to open her up and make her tight but needy folds engulf his cock, which barely even fit between her legs. Her body tensed up at first, clenching hard on the intruder, body trying to push it back out because she was too tight. But she relaxed as Syn continued to force her down, quickly filling up her tiny, short vagina, penetrating her womb, and making his cockbulge stick out from her belly, all right away. Then, the further Syn pushed her down toward his base, the longer that bulge became, distending her belly out almost two feet in front of her. She leaned over and hugged her bulge, almost purring as she twitched, clenched, and rubbed it. Roquelle was so wet and stretchy even though she was tight, dripping with Syn's cum, and her underage peach spread easily and willingly around him as he kept pushing her down. He pulled her halfway up off his oversized, vibrating dick, each next barbell spreading her open as it went in until her lips clenched back closed above it. Then he wriggled her right back down and hilted her on his twenty-six inches again, sitting her on his lap, her plump, underage pussy squooshed against his crotch, her legs kicking in pleasure like her sister's had. Syn started bouncing her on his lap quickly, making her moan weakly over and over, her body lost in the pleasure of the vibrations and shocks all over her inner walls and up into her stretched womb, the barbells rubbing up and down inside her and going in and out of the entrance of her little, black cunt, her belly bulge lengthening and shortening as Syn stretched her small, underdeveloped uterus. Bonika finished drinking up Syn's entire cum puddle and stood up, belly jiggling heavily, and waddled over between Syn's legs, where she started to kiss and lick his nuts. Syn grinned wide as his cock stiffened and jumped repeatedly, wiggling Rosella's small sex tunnel and organs. It felt incredible--and out of nowhere, his second huge load rushed up his long cock and started blasting off in her, filling her up right away and making it run in a torrent out down her legs. Her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure as she had an earth-shattering first orgasm all over his huge cock, squeezing and tensing as she hugged her belly bulge. Her legs wiggled and kicked, and Syn forced her right down on his lap again, making the cum get pumped right out of her overfilled little pussy. Syn was starting to realize that his cum may not just be able to stretch his partners; it probably signaled their bodies to erupt in desperate pleasure too when it made contact with their privates. Seven shots in, he stopped his spurts, holding back hard, and pulled Roquelle up off his cock. He set her down on the bench next to him and picked up Bonika instead, switching to her, and jammed her fat cunt down on his cock, wriggling her all the way down his thick tool before he finished off his orgasm inside her instead, shooting off seven more big blasts of semen into her stretched womb. It was true; Bonika nearly screamed in pleasure and erupted into a second intense orgasm, squeezing and hugging his cock, without any prior stimulation since her previous climax. When he was done, he placed her on the bench next to her twin sister, leaving them both sitting there making out with each other, moaning happily and leaking rivers of his white, oozing cream from between their spread legs, both of them covered nearly from head to toe in the same stuff. Syn grinned, admiring his conquest. And he'd learned something new about himself today, something that was sure to make future conquests that much more satisfying. Before he let them go home, he washed them up again under the showers, made sure they had their swimsuits in their backpacks, and dressed them in their normal clothes, making sure to pull their panties up tight around their girl packages and hike up their skirts so everyone could eyerape them as they walked home. As they did, the copious amount of sperm Syn had deposited into them wriggled up into their baby ovens, surrounded their eggs, and fertilized them. In the next few months, they began to show up to swim class looking not just plump but full-out pregnant. Most of the other girls Syn had raped were pregnant now too and were starting to draw attention from their parents and other adults--nothing really dangerous yet, but it was just a matter of time before they found out what was really going on. Not to mention, Syn started forcing both the girls and the boys to wear sluttier and sluttier clothing for his pleasure, and a few of the kids had been caught wearing the outfits outside of class and were harshly scolded for it. So for these reasons, Syn realized that this wasn't a permanent solution. He would have to take them all away to a place where he could really do whatever he wanted with all of them without constantly having to avoid detection from the parents. He decided to hatch a plan with Rosa, Sammy, and Melissa to steal them from their parents, take them away to somewhere where they could get away with whatever they wanted, rape them every day, and use them to make money to live off of. Another goal for the future was getting lots of pokemon for his harem since the swim class unfortunately didn't have a single one in it. But Syn felt confident he was going to get his way despite future challenges. He felt like, over the next year or so, his life was really going to come together.