With A Circus Mind That's Running Wild - Cynthia reward story

The champion conference had never been as appealing to Cynthia as it was now. Major shake-ups across every region but Sinnoh had created the prime conditions for a pervert like her: all the other champions were young boys. Not just one champion she could invite to her hotel room and make a man. But every champion. Six champions all at Cynthia 'preferred age', all boys waiting to be made men. It was paradise. It was perfection. Cynthia could not have asked for a better situation than that, and once the conference itself wound down, inviting the boys to her room was the next move. The obvious move. The move that let her bask in the joyous relief of seeing six boys lined up with their pants down and their waiting cocks standing at attention. Six boys, ten to thirteen, all ready to fuck the gorgeous blonde eyeing them. Ethan, Brendan, Hilbert, Calem, Elio, and Victor.

Walking back and forth in a line as she eyed them, she wore only a garter belt with stockings and her coat wide open to reveal her luscious, fit body to them. As she scanned up and down their cocks, she knew she was in for a good time. "I'm going to make you men," she promised, motioning to the box of condoms. "Put them on. The first one to successfully roll a condom on gets to fuck me first." She watched in joy at the way they scrambled for the box, tugging a condom out and fumbling with the wrapper. It was a struggle they were all uncertain about dealing with, that brought Cynthia a kind of appreciation that could only get richer as they grew more frustrated, as their cheeks burned and their struggles became something even more exciting to behold. They had never dealt with condom wrappers before, and she got to watch them struggle with it.

Elio got his open first, and frantically rolled it onto his dick. He was clumsy with it, fingers frantically racing down his shaft to push it along and to get it on, shouting, "I did it!" and throwing himself at Cynthia. She caught him and dragged him down, falling onto her back and easing him on top of her as the other boys all groaned at their loss, at being 'too slow' to catch it in time. They just had to watch as Elio buried his face into her chest and his cock into her twat, lying up on top of her and throwing everything he had into going at her hard. His hips were ready, desperate, and the idea of holding back in the face of this glorious opportunity was something Elio simply could not do. He had to fuck Cynthia thoroughly and find the satisfaction he so sorely craved.

"That's it," Cynthia moaned, relaxing back and feeling the boy's cock slam into her, feeling his need and his desire swell on so hot and so reckless that it was almost too much to deal with. The forward pressure that Elio threw in with was something as wild and as reckless as he could possibly get. He wanted her so badly, bucking forward and doing everything in his power to embrace the need and the hunger taking him. "You're doing so well, Elio. Fuck me. Show me what a man you are." But he was a boy. She could feel it. Everything about the way he moved, about how he touched her, spoke to incredible inexperience, to something that she was able to keep toying with and encouraging. Every slam forward was an attempt to prove he wasn't, but she knew better, and he reinforced it with each stroke.

It was what made it so good. What Cynthia craved. She could talk about 'making them men' all she wanted; these were little boys, and they weren't going to be anything else tonight. They would try to be, throw all their youthful energy into proving themselves and doing something to satisfy Cynthia, but they always expressed the same things. She loved it. Their efforts couldn't make them seem like they weren't little boys, but she wanted to fuck little boys. Men? She could find men. She could get men. She didn't want men. She wanted eager little boys whose first times got to be in the arms of a gorgeous woman who was ready to praise them for all they could be, who craved their pubescent cocks and the joy of feeling them work to prove they could satisfy her.

It was intimidating, but with each slam down into her, Elio tried his best to make her feel good. His body heaved atop hers, struggling to keep the pace and the precision he wanted to seek. Everything he did was to impress her and to feel good, his latex-wrapped cock feeling the warmth gripping his cock, certain that her body wanted it as badly as his did and that slamming into her with the ferocity he needed to keep up with this was the only way to deal with it. There was so much that felt too good, and he tried his best to keep up with all of it. His lisp wrapped around one of her nipples, and in his desperate haste, he sucked on her nipples, trying everything in his power to keep up with the urgency and the feelings pulling him. He did what he could to push on faster, messier and more desperate. He needed to make her feel good.

"Elio," Cynthia called. His name fuelled him, made him even more desperate, even more needy. She knew that this was all playing out just as she wanted, her eyes drifting to the other boys. They watched and jerked off feverishly, their lusts getting the better of them, their self-control too thin and fragile. It made her moan louder, head rolling back. "When one condom gets filled, you need to tie it off and put on another one. You boys can stroke, but remember that!" Her hips bucked faster against Elio. "And Elio, I can tell you're getting close. Do it. Cum in the condom. I'm so close, too, and together, we're going t--yes! Fuck, fuck, yes!" Her head rolled back, an orgasm spiking through her with power and fire beyond sense, and she was unable to deal with all of it, surrendering to her most base appetites and to desires ripping her asunder.

Elio groaned, heaving about back and forth as he came, not inside of her, but into the condom that served to capture it all, hold it. The warmth around his cock was incredible, his hips bucking as he held onto her, and Cynthia moved smoothly, guiding him to kiss her lips and indulge in the sweet joy of an affection that was only just the beginning of everything to come. Some of the other boys came in their own condoms, filling up and realizing they were going to have to change out, reluctantly rolling them off as the sagging balloon ends held their loads. They had to tie them off, but that left the boys who hadn't blown their loads able to shove forward.

That meant that Calem and Ethan got their chances to climb onto the bed, and Cynthia all happily let them guide her with their grabby, groping hands into whatever position they wanted, and they decided to take the initiative in fucking both her holes at once. She ended up sitting on top of Calem, his hands guiding her hips down and settling her onto his cock, although she had to adjust to help his clumsy aim. Just as she got herself right into position, she felt the shove from behind, as Ethan came up from behind, burying his face into her back and shoving his cock into her ass, just as hasty, just as aggressive. "It's so tight!" he shouted, gasping his way through what he assumed one was supposed to say during sex as his hips got carried away from him and he worked to burn up with the passion and fever he needed most. His hips were ready, and he did everything he could now to chase the pleasure.

Being sandwiched between two young boys both hammering into her as hard as they could was precisely the sort of relief that Cynthia needed most, moaning louder and hotter under the joy and the fever of giving up, and there was no good way to contain it. Her head rolled back, and she accepted the joy of giving in, letting out the grand noises and cooing in delight, "You boys are working so hard." There was nothing better than this. "The rest of you. Bring your condoms to me." She motioned for them to bring the tied-off condoms over, and her body shifted, freeing her up to slip them into her garter belt, tying them up again where she felt she had to so that the swollen little cum balloons could flop around and bounce while she rode the two dicks she was getting pounded by. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with these at the end."

They watched in awe at the tied-off condoms bouncing along, their seed sloshing about inside of them as her frenzied motions and the bucking of her hips expressed a growing desperation. Ethan and Calem both tried to fuck harder, racing through the desperation pushing them to keep riding. They were desperate for it, caring only about the pleasure they could find here. Nothing else in their lives had ever felt so good, had ever given them this degree of complete desperation and surrender. There was something special here, only the burning heat and the throbbing joy of giving in together, pursuing reckless sensation and indulgence without fear or hesitation.

Cynthia's moans encouraged them. "I love your cocks hammering into me so hard. You're amazing!" She couldn't slow down, embracing these ferocious pleasures with less and less ability to control herself and her fitful hips. Everything inside of Cynthia focused itself sharply into a state of pure craving, exhilaration throbbing through her veins, and only desire left to take her. She needed it, and she moved with a haste and a desire too tempestuous to control, moaning louder and hotter, needing it all so badly and not caring what it took to give in to it. She only wanted to let it take her, wanted to succumb harder and hotter to the idea of senseless surrender. She needed it, and the needs felt like they were only getting more reckless and wicked through her body, pulling her to continue succumbing.

The pleasure was too much to handle. Every needy buck of Cynthia's body expressed the raw joy taking her, and she was happy to keep encouraging them, happy to feel the desires rip her asunder as she kept moving through these having joys, a motion of reckless indulgence and desire that knew no end. The boys held tighter onto her, clinging with all they had in the show of pure greed carrying them forward. They needed to give in to this, accepting the wild and senseless pleasures taking them, pushing them to keep going. The boys did their part to keep hammering forward, fucking her and desperately trying to keep up with this all, to indulge in a mess of need and lust that couldn't be helped.

The boys were noisy and hopeless, excitable messes hammering faster on back and forth, craving something so unfocused and dizzy that it didn't feel real. They were desperate to keep moving, to embrace pleasures pulling them in ever deeper wanting only to fuck the Sinnoh champion. The percussive thud of their hips slamming against her body came on wilder and messier. The pleasure would not slow down, would not hold back the chaos and the desire of something as merciless as could be. Nothing felt sane here, nothing felt sensible, but they kept moving even through the climaxes that seized them. Ethan and Calem both let go, cum pumping into the condoms and filling them up. Cynthia could feel them strain against her, swelling inside her.

"That's so good!" she gasped, head rolling back, and she pulled away from them, looking to the other three. Victor, Brendan, and Hilbert knew better than to jerk off into their condoms again. They wore new ones, ready to go, ready to take her. "Come to me." She tucked the newly filled condoms into her garters and waved them toward her.

The commotion and greed carrying the boys forward was pure spectacle. They didn't hesitate for a second, rushing over to her, Hilbert claiming her ass, Victor seizing her pussy, and Brendan nestling his cock between her tits, tugging them in around his dick and starting to thrust. All three boys were ready, making up for the way they'd had to sit out the last round and taking it to Cynthia with a vigor and a pent-up need to fuck her that had her immediately calling out in joy. There was no restraint or sense to any of it. Only pleasure. Only the most ferocious of passions bringing her deeper into joy. "We're going to fuck you so hard!" Victor shouted, hammering eagerly forward and getting into a frenzied state of pure aggression and need carrying him forward. He needed to give up to it all, throwing everything he had into a spectacular rush of joy that felt too good to believe, and he wanted to do everything in his power to match it.

The other boys tried to keep up. Everyone was ready. Hilbert and Victor went all out on her ass and pussy fresh off of the holes both having been loosened up, while Brendan's hands were all over her nipples, toying with them while she hammered quicker onward, embracing the pleasure and allowing herself to continue down a wild indulgence too messy to handle. The boys wanted to escalate it, wanted to push on even harder the boys who just fucked her, needing to prove themselves even more capable and more reckless. It was a pleasure growing with panic over and over, pushing harder with only one goal in mind, and it all wore her down, all pushed Cynthia to succumb again and again and again to something that she needed above all else.

"You're all studs," she moaned, encouraging them on, trying to keep them hammering harder into her. It was all so good, all so spectacular, and she could keep indulging in it, keep them giving in to her. Her body relished in this, accepting the joys of being fucked so hard by these boys, challenged and pushed into a desperate and dizzy rush of every desire she needed. It was too much, and she felt herself melt under it all. Cynthia craved what hit her, and she didn't want it to slow down, didn't want to even consider for a moment that containing herself was an option. She simply craved it all, and she burned up under the joy of letting it to, allowing herself to succumb and learn how good it could feel to be taken.

Three boys at once. it was the dream. Cynthia never got to indulge in this many underaged cocks in one go, but here, the champions had all lined up for her. She had more to keep giving in to here, and there was no greater joy than losing herself to it. Heaving back and forth, she pursued a senseless pleasure too grand and too wicked to be able to go without. Everything within her burned for more, her moans growing bolder, and as the smacks to her ass and the gropes at her tits expressed the boys' increasing boldness, she knew she was well on the path to getting what she wanted out of them. It was never enough to simply be taken; she craved being brought to a grand joy like nothing else, a senseless fever and passion she could embrace wholeheartedly. It was too much to handle, but for an 'experienced' woman like Cynthia, its excess represented just what she needed, expressed a joy too bold and ferocious for her to want to be without.

The hard thrusts wore her down ever harder, made her succumb with twisting, thrashing joy to a burning need much too wicked to want to be without. Her spine arched back, gasps of joy spilling from her lips. "I'm going to visit Sinnoh all the time!" Hilbert shouted, giving her ass more gropes and smacks that expressed an inclination and indulgence toward raw dominance that didn't want to stop. He proved himself well here, and Cynthia couldn't help but moan even louder in rewarding joy, allowing herself to sink and to succumb and to ultimately come apart at the seams as she let it rule her.

Coming apart under the joys of fucking the older woman harder and faster, the boys weren't trying to contain themselves. They were far more interested in burning up in glorious indulgence, groaning and heaving and giving up to a pleasure beyond sense, groaning through the joy and cumming into their condoms. Pleasure proving overwhelming and dizzy and hopeless, and they wanted to let themselves go, wanted to embrace the shaky pulse of joy and lust taking them. The boys all clung to Cynthia, buried inside of her and embracing the wild joy and relief of giving up. Cynthia gave up too, a howling mess embracing the wild joy of giving in. She came apart at the seams, savouring the relief that came with it, begging to embrace these sensations and the idea of getting fucked to orgasm by these eager little boys.

Cynthia made them roll off their condoms as she relaxed back, watching the six ragged, young champions stare at her in awe as she gathered the used latex up, running it along her face and rolling it down her breasts, moaning and touching herself to the pace of something truly senseless. "I never let little boys cum inside, but only because of how much I treasure their cum when they've become men." She brought the first condom to her lips, throwing it back like a shot and squeezing Hilbert's cum into her mouth, moaning in wild delight as she felt that salty spunk hit her tongue. She went for another condom, draining it and letting it fall to the bed. She went through them all, six condoms from their time fucking her and three from the over-eager masturbation. Nine condoms full of runny pre-teen jizz, all vanishing into Cynthia's mouth and sliding down her gullet.

When she was done, they were all hard again; they were shaky, wide-eyed messes amazed by what they saw, and Cynthia knew that even it was only the beginning. "You can keep fucking me until you can't go any more, or until we run out of condoms," she told them. "So, who's next?"