Meadowvale Academy Chapter 48
These stories involve anal fingering, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, orgasm denial, mind control/behavioural training, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, sitophilia, smothering and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
New Years Eve at Gemini's Part 2
"June? She's not here right now," Charlotte spoke into the speakerphone in her room. "Who's calling?"
"This is Magnolia Roundtree. I own Mary Jane's in town; the pot dispensary across from La Salle's."
"You're the herbalist Jessica keeps talking about, the one who created Beanstalk?" she asked glancing over at the Cradle where her other daughter was giving herself head courtesy of the talked about concoction.
"One and the same," she replied.
"Well done."
"Why thank you, Ma'am"
"Call me Charlotte"
"Charlotte it is."
"Anyway, June went into town for the New Year's Eve party at Gemini's with the kids. Why aren't you there? It's just down the street from your shop."
"I've been to my share of parties over the years believe me," she chuckled. "I won't say I'm too old for them, just not as intrigued as I used to be. Me and my missus are spending a quiet night at home this year. The kids will be there though."
"They'll likely run into ours then," the older woman concluded. "Didn't Ingrid sleep over at your place a few days ago?"
"That was us," she confirmed.
"Your girl is a real angel," a second voice added.
"That's Zoe," explained the first. "It's your angel we actually wanted to talk about."
"Oh? Well she actually isn't mine but I think you were aware of that," she corrected good naturedly. "You and Jessica communicate by video right?"
"That we do."
"Let me grab her and we can do that. It's so much better than a telephone."
"Agreed."
"And we're back," Charlotte announced as she tightened the tie on her robe and leaned back against the headrest. Maria had decided to join them as well and the three sat together on the bed. The latter had slaved the big screen to the tablet they had made the call on. It made things much easier and allowed her to remove her glasses.
"This here is Zoe," Maggie stated smooching the woman beside her on the cheek. "This is her daughter Phoebe and this is her friend Stacey Ellis," she continued motioning to the girl on her lap and the other on her partner's. "They were also there the other night when Ingrid slept over."
"I pooped on her head," blabbed out the first.
"I pooped on her tits," countered the second equally as strident. Then both broke out in a fit of giggles as the adults grinned.
"Anyway, back to the matter at hand," steered the head shop owner. "We enjoyed Ingrid's company the other night and I'm fairly sure she enjoyed ours so we'd love to have her over again."
"What all happened?" Maria asked. "We noticed she had a rash when she got home."
"Took us three days to get rid of it," Jessica nodded.
"She slept in a cocoon of shit with Valerie Bonner while the two of them were wearing Happy Pants and wrapped in plastic," Maggie explained. "We decided to call it `Shitsacking'."
"Shitsacking?" questioned the oldest incredulously.
"It makes sense," offered the Latino woman as Jessica shrugged in agreement.
"Anyway, a couple of things," the dreadlocked woman began. "First off, Deborah Miller and I have developed a preventative for the diaper rash. It's a daily that alters the bacterial make-up of your feces. Really cuts down on the redness. It's a powder you can mix with anything and drink; one teaspoon daily. I'm working on converting it to pill form but for now it's all I have. It has the added effect of giving your stools the consistency of toothpaste."
"What do you call it?"
"Would you believe `Softserve'?" Zoe blurted prompting laughter from the other end.
"Priceless," Jessica replied as she cackled, "just priceless. There's a dead poet out there somewhere turning over in their grave as they read your product list."
"Probably," Maggie admitted grinning.
"Has it been tested yet?" queried the matriarch.
"It's been a limited trial to date. The girls and I spent the weekend in Happy Pants; worked like a charm. We'd like to try it on yours."
"Jessica?" Charlotte turned to the doctor soliciting her opinion.
"That should be possible; I'll talk to June," she nodded.
"I'm on it right now," the wavy haired Greek woman informed as she revealed a pair of Happy Pants beneath her robe.
"That she is," the other confirmed.
"If it works out, you might want to talk to Eleanor Hardin about it," Maria suggested. "They do shit facials at the spa."
The herbalist nodded thoughtfully and continued.
"Secondly, I'm working on beakering up something based on one of the all-natural diaper rash cream variants out there. Ideally, I'd like to make it something you use in a bath, preventative like Softserve if I can, after the fact if I can't. That's the theory at least. We'll see where it goes. I'll be talking to Deborah again next week."
"But wait, there's more?" the older woman prompted ironically with a raised eyebrow suspecting the shop owner wasn't finished.
"Was talking to Brenda La Salle the other day about shitsacking and Ingrid came up in the conversation. She wants to hire her part time one day a week, maybe two," the Roundtree woman divulged. "The reason I bring it up is that you're way out there in the boonies. If she ends up working there, she could overnight here and go in on the bus with my girls in the morning. It would save you the drive."
"And you're making that offer purely for altruistic reasons?" she joked.
"Purely," she shot back prompting more chuckling.
"This Roundtree woman was getting more interesting with each passing minute," Charlotte silently mused as the conversation between them continued.
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Sylvie returned with their drinks on a tray and stopped just outside of Willow's line of sight. She watched Kimberly's gently hump on the toy her partner was furrowing her holes with while the younger brunette stroked her growing organ. The latter let herself be carried away by the machinations of the other and floated on a cloud of gentle euphoria. The whole scene was causing the French girl to melt. She was rooted to the spot entranced; her own tool pushing against her soft gold panties and tenting her apron.
"Does Freckles like to jack her cock with two hands?"
"Yes," she murmured maintaining her manipulations.
"Does Freckles like it when her cock grows nice and long?"
"Yes," she purred again, spreading a bit more.
Sylvie was getting shaky on her legs watching the duo. Though she blindly felt around with one hand for something to support her as she peered intently at the pair, she came up empty. She began to stumble, wrongfooted by her own lust, but was saved by a body moving in behind her. An arm curled around her waist, holding her up, and a hand relieved her of the tray. Her garments were quickly shed, the apron untied and lifted over her neck to fall to the floor, her legs spread as her panties dropped to her ankles. Still she could not look away. A cock dipped once into her pussy, pulled out and began pushing into her ass. It was a girth she had felt before, it was one she recognized. Sighing, the French student leaned back allowing herself to be fucked by Victoria Cready. The latter's hand found her own hardened pipe and started a persistent jacking as she kept up her sexual espionage.
"Does Freckles like to get fucked?"
"Yes," Kimberly mewled softly as she humped a bit more forcefully in time to the plunging prongs.
"Does she like getting fucked in her pussy and her ass at the same time?"
"Yes," she mewled a second time, more anxiously than the first.
"Does she want to get fucked in both of her holes faster?"
"Yes," she whimpered, a bit louder.
Willow accelerated her dual thrusting as her lover opened herself as widely as she could, inviting the increased ravaging.
Victoria guided Sylvie a bit forward and to the left and pushed down on her back. The French girl extended her arms as her hands came in contact with the top of the table in front of the loveseat. She matched the pace of hand and cock to that of the first year's as her as other fingers found her classmate's pussy. "There we go," the Cready girl approved, "that will move things along." She slammed into her anal canal with more ferocity, her braids bouncing off of her shoulders with each stroke; her need for release increasing with the lust of her partner.
Sylvie watched the plunging and pulling and without thought slowly dropped down to her elbows. Her face was now no more than a foot away from that which she had been bewitched by. The aroma of the girl's pink and brown was overwhelming. The sglitching sounds of both her holes being plundered and her fleshy vine being pumped drowned out everything else in the room. Fuzzy and foggy, she leaned in a bit more, immersing her senses in the carnal stew.
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The mayor walked into the main hall of Gemini's with her two daughters Cassandra and Deirdre. The trio had dressed for the party with disrobing in mind. She wore a black latex mini with an asymmetric neckline and a full length silver side zipper. Her three inch heels made her even more imposing than her normal 5'8" height. Needless to say, her 42-28-43 body was barely contained by the garment. Her side-tied black leather thong had similar difficulties with the 13 inch iron pipe within. One of the school's star athletes (she lettered in basketball, volleyball and wrestling as a sophomore), her eldest girl Cassandra had applied white face paint on her cheeks as one would eye black to remind others of her prowess. Together with her white lip gloss and pearl studs in both ears and her nose, they provided a sharp contrast to the bright orange spaghetti strap satin mini with black high top gumshoes she wore. Her member was just as problematic as her mother's. Her kid sister Deirdre was attending the main New Year's Eve Bash for the first time. Her colour of choice for the night's events was burgundy. The cotton wrap she wore fell halfway to her knees, enough to hide her pearl silk crotchless panties but not much more than that. Like her sister, she had plumped for similar earrings but opted for ballerina flats that matched her dress.
The tall trio wandered through the various armchairs, loveseats, and couches lead by their mother until they eventually came upon a blue corduroy sofa being occupied by a sprawling Kelsey Cantwell. She had her legs pulled up, ankles touching the backs of her thighs, revealing a pair of baby blue panties with silver snaps holding the gusset closed. Her silver grey satin mini had slid back to her waist. She sipped her cola with one hand and casually fingered herself with the other as she watched the various partnering off that was starting to take place in the club. Deirdre gave her fellow frosh a small wave in recognition though the latter didn't see her at first. They didn't hang around much, but not for any particular reason. There was no dislike there; they simply weren't in many of the same classes.
"Oh, hey," she greeted grinning, suddenly noticing the three darker skinned women.
"You're Kelsey right?" the mayor asked as she shuffled between the table and the couch, her pipe arching proudly beneath her dress. "Mind if we join you?"
"Not at all," Kelsey replied scooching over to allow the woman a place on her right. "It must be genetic," she surmised silently as she took in the organic display in front of her. All were obscured by cloth but their erections made their size obvious. Sofi had told her about Cassandra but she had no idea her mother and sister were in the same league.
She smiled and turned, bending at the waist to sit down. Florence purposely took her time so the girl could get a long look. She could feel the eyes of the first year on the generous curves of her backside. She swayed slightly towards her on the way down before correcting her course and wedged herself into place. The student's already stiff wood bobbed involuntarily as their thighs rubbed together, something not lost on the politician.
The sophomore, fully aware of the show her mother was putting on for the Cantwell girl's benefit, pushed up against her other leg as she took her seat.
"You look like you could use a bit of help there," the mayor observed as she and her eldest daughter each lifted a leg over their thighs and her youngest gripped her classmate's wrists, holding her arms over her head.
The pair spread her and pulled her forward a bit, causing her to slump deeper into the couch. Her fleshy prong strained against the silver snaps as the she sunk between the three Amazons. Kelsey watched the woman lightly run her finger over the underside of her member as her hips rose to the touch.
"Yeeeeesssss. You do look like you could use some help," she continued as her fingers traced each snap before unfastening them. The girl's cock pushed through the newly created gap in her garment. "Do you want us to help you, Kelsey, do you?"
"Yes," the brunette answered as she pushed her flesh towards fingers that suddenly decided to dance just out of reach.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I want you to help me," she mewled humping at air.
"Help you what?" she prodded, still playing elusive, popping two more snaps lower in the gusset while otherwise avoiding contact. She held the girl's gaze as Deirdre loosened her wrap one hand while maintaining her wrist lock with the other. Her chocolate pipe 10 inches long revealed itself, framed in white silk.
"Help me cum!" she whined loudly humping at the dancing fingers. Her eyes desperately flitted back and forth between the politician's face, her hardened steel, and the glistening crown of darkness that loomed before her.
"Please?" the woman pressed spotting Cassandra's hand creeping in from the other side
"Please! Please help me cum! Please! Please!!!" Kelsey nearly shrieked wildly thrusting her hips but finding no purchase.
Fingers encircled her cock. Others inserted themselves in her pussy. Still more invaded her rosebud. Her wrists were released as hands forced her head forward. The thick shaft was pushed through her lips relentlessly, implacably delving into her throat until she was kissing skin. Instinctively cupping her classmate's cheeks, she silently beckoned Deirdre to fuck her face. The dark pipe slowly drew out and then slammed into her mercilessly as the fingers commenced her long march to ecstasy.
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"I hope you didn't mind," Allison smiled as she walked up to Doris Hanratty, "I had to do my good deed for the day."
"So I noticed," she returned nodding to the recovering Clara. "You did keep me waiting but it was for a good reason," she continued putting an arm around the girl. "Come let's finish your treatment so you can have some fun tonight. I'm set up in the restroom. It has better lighting," she explained glancing upward, "unless you wanted me to poke you using the disco ball there."
"No, no," the senior laughed, "let's do it your way."
The pair made their way past the end of the bar towards their destination. The student took in the room as she walked. It was by no means full yet but there were more people here than she thought there would be at this early hour. She'd spotted the Villeneuve's already and the Mitchell's. The La Salle's were behind her at the door and the Bernier's behind them. She saw one of the Winchester girls with Willow Reed earlier. The rest of their families were probably not far behind. She hadn't spotted her friends yet but they weren't meeting for another 40 minutes.
"How is my mother?" she asked the doctor as the latter pushed open the door.
"See for yourself, she's inside."
Allison heels clicked on the tiled floor as she turned the corner. There, strapped into one of the new versions of the Cradle, shorn of all of her hair, and wearing an oral spreader was Principal Regina Waverly. "You mind if I say `hello' before we get started?" the brunette asked.
"By all means, I'm still getting set up here."
The other slipped her panties off and lowered herself onto the padded seat. Pulling her phone out of her purse, she activated the vibrator on the Cockblocker the restrained woman still wore though she still kept it tight around her shaft. Her personal shitslut began flexing her hips as if on cue. The senior shimmied back until her ass was over the upturned face. Pulling apart her cheeks she enveloped the flesh below deep within her anal crevice. Her sphincter expanded and she began pushing the first of her sludgy snakes through the lips pried open.
"Hello Mother."
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"How does she feel?" Kelly Forsythe asked her younger sister Kirby as she pumped her organ in and out of the mouth of Alicia Walters. The latter was on her back, strapped to a table near the pinball machines that was about waist high. Each ankle was tied to a wrist and a spreader bar held her legs apart leaving her completely exposed. Her blonde bob hung over one end of the surface and her lower orifices leaked over the opposite side. She was an object of convenience, set up for those guests who happen to be between trysts or those who arrived solo and needed a place to stick their meat. A `cocksleeve for the masses' the younger sibling had joked as she added the spreader bar earlier.
"Pretty good," Kirby nodded as she plundered her ass with her own pipe. "She's taking all nine easily enough but that's hardly surprising. You see the monster old lady Clearwater packing?"
"We were introduced last year at this time," the other grinned as she watched her shaft stretch the girl's gullet with each thrust. Her tongue was beginning to turn, the university senior felt it wrap around her tool like a long, thick, flexible finger. She groaned.
"Tongue?" asked the Ridgeway junior as she felt the walls of the anal canal she was pillaging begin their change.
"Tongue," croaked the dark haired girl in return as she increased her stroke. Apparently this procedure was starting to pop up all over Meadowvale among students and adult subs alike.
"Her ass is morphing too now," the blonde haired girl grunted as she followed her sister's lead. She activated the vibrator on the Cockblocker the strapped down high schooler was wearing as she hammered her hole. "May as well give her a good teasing," she thought pushing her pace. She could feel her cock being milked by the ribbed walls. It was incredible. This was their first time with one of the treated girls." She looked at Kelly. They spoke almost simultaneously as they cornholed the younger girl relentlessly.
"We need to bring this to Ridgeway."
"Yeah, we do."
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Willow settled into a semi-rapid pace making sure to plunder her lover's holes as deeply as she could with the vibrating toy. The head of the girl's cock was now almost past her breasts, but there was someone else she wanted bring along for the ride; someone else she wanted to corrupt. She watched as Sylvie was mesmerized by the plunging taking place right in front of her as she was fucked from behind. She sniffed; she licked her lips. The blonde frosh was sure the French girl was unaware she had done either. She looked up at Victoria, back to the other, then once more to the girl with the braids. She saw; she knew.
She shifted Kimberly's position slightly, opening her up more as the brunette was nudged a little closer to her secret admirer. At the same time the Cready girl changed to a higher angle and pushed downward forcing Sylvie to inch closer on the table. Another nudge, then another push. The two girls worked together to slowly bring the delirious one to the captivated other. The prongs of the U-stick were right in front of the Villeneuve girl now, one clear and glistening; the other brown and pasty. She could reach out and touch either with her tongue. Now would come the moment of truth.
Sylvie tilted her head to the side so she could get closer. The scent of the girl's holes had gripped her and was pulling her in. At the same time the girth invading her rosebud and the hands on her flesh were pushing her towards her precipice. She wondered what it tasted like, the girl's ass. Her nose was telling her tongue she needed to find out. It wasn't like she had never given anilingus before; she and Victoria had pleasured each other in that way. But this was different. The flexing blossom, expanding and contracting as it was delved, was calling to her. It was calling to her and she was listening. She licked her lips and let herself surrender. Her tongue slid along the soiled arm of the toy as it pistoned in and out, tasting the divine bitterness, letting it consume her.
"You look so hungry Sylvie, so hungry," she heard a voice whisper in her ear as her nostrils flared involuntarily. The toy was withdrawn from the holes it was plundering and the pasty bottom arm pushed through her lips. Three fingers were jammed into the pussy above. A groan sounded. "Lick off the goo Sylvie, lick off the goo." She cleaned the silicon until it was stainless but she needed more. The winking hole was right in front of her. It was leaking bits of sludge. She could feel her body rocking forward as she was brought closer. "Stick your tongue in, stick it in." She lapped up the droplets of liquid filth as it oozed out, but it wasn't enough. The pace of her ravaging increased yet again. Her lips formed a seal around the rosebud and her tongue stabbed inwards desperately seeking nourishment. She had such a hunger.
Kimberly's pussy was filled with fingers; her ass was invaded orally. She squealed and pushed herself down on the carnal intrusions. The head of her cock was smearing its slickness on her chin now as she jacked it feverishly. "Take it in your mouth Freckles, fuck your lovely face," she was urged. The crown sunk through her eager lips and was caressed by the pink muscle found within. "Feed her, feed her your fudge and cum for me now." Faster and faster she thrust her pipe, deeper and deeper it delved. She was starting to tingle. The girl in her ass was loosening her; she felt her filth slowly journey towards the beckoning mouth. The brunette watched as her lover smiled and lowered her head to her length. Willow forced her gaze upon her as she and ran her fleshy tip along the vein of her throbbing piece. She moaned and felt her resistance leeched away from her. Her girl juice bubbled over, her cum flooded her gullet in long full surges, her sludge flowed implacably towards its new home.
Sylvie felt the shit overwhelm her tongue and force its retreat. Her rectum was furrowed by the plundering girth and her prostate was polished relentlessly until she was pushed her over the edge. Euphoria exploded upon her senses and her seed smacked noisily against her tits. Moments later Victoria painted her anal canal white. Hungrily she cupped the cheeks of the girl's ass, holding her steady as she felt her rosebud blossom. The first fudgy serpent pushed her lips further apart and wound its way over her taste buds. She gave herself over to the feeding and gulped down her filthy reward. Her appetites had evolved.
A few feet away Gabriele Villeneuve was slamming her steely pipe down the throat of one of her prized art students Mila Maertens as she watched the scene unfold from afar. Her lips were exquisite; she noticed that the first day she was in class. She'd even had occasion to use them a couple of times in the past. "Not that I'd ever get bored with this," she mused as her leaking bulb marinated in the girl's saliva each time she plunged. "Curvy ass too," she noted. "I wonder how well Sylvie knew her." She decided she would find out soon at the next opportunity as she returned her gaze to the others. She had always suspected her daughter's leanings in this direction but until now had no confirmation. Things would be different now; there was a new path she could lead her down. Through lidded eyes she spotted her child's neck flexing as she swallowed. Seconds after her own release forced the Dutch student to do the same.
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The pair chatted idly as Allison packed her mother's gullet full of her waste. She had been preparing her for this night since her birthday party. She was on the full spectrum of regimens the senior thought would add to her value. Carettathol, Lambchop, Milkmade, Seedomil 2.0 were all part of her daily routines now. She had also received the Linguamorph injections and the weekly Flexarectin enemas. She was completely bald now, courtesy of a coating of Lampchop applied earlier today upon her arrival. It was more practical they had determined, Doris, Katherine Cready, and herself. "I like the new look. I'm going to keep her like that," she decided as she finished dropping the last of her load.
The brunette glanced at her phone as she felt her mother's tongue push through the apparatus holding her mouth open and began cleaning her. "Don't miss any mother, make sure you get it all," she instructed. "Wow, I've been on here too long, it's nearly 10 to 9."
"You had a lot to give," Doris smiled as she tested a syringe.
"I'm supposed to be meeting Amanda, Madison, and Erin in 10 minutes," she revealed, a bit worried.
"Oh this will take longer than that," the physician informed her.
"Yeah, I figured as much."
"Let me call Becky and see if she can find them out there," the big blonde offered picking up her cellphone.
The senior class representative was just getting up from her perch when the sound of high heels announced the arrival of others. She turned and smiled as her three friends entered the room followed by the English teacher.
"Hey, sorry I'm holding things up," she apologized glancing at her mother, "Had to feed the beast as it were."
"The night is still young, we have time," Madison soothed as she bussed her cheek. She looked incredible. Her hair was stacked in a series of braids and her sparkly indigo cocktail dress pulled out the colour of her eyes. She caught the faint whiff of Lustrium and dripped a bit. She had neglected to put any on herself before leaving as she didn't have anything that was mixed for any of them, but it wasn't like it was unexpected. She could smell it on the other two as well. She had planned on being busy at the club tonight anyway. "All this did was grease the skids," she concluded silently.
"We're here to watch and learn," Erin added. "If it works, I'm thinking of getting it done as well."
"OK ladies, let's get down to business then shall we?" Doris prompted. "Allison I'm going to need you to get naked for me and then bend over the sink there."
"Yes Ma'am," she grinned as Amanda and Erin lifted her dress over her head and Madison pulled her panties down. She bent over the sink, resting her arms on the counter so she could create for herself a pillow, and thrust her buttocks outward waiting for her last needle.
And then her arms were seized, stretched out sideways and held down by Madison and Erin "Hey, what's going on?!?!" A finger smeared the skin beneath her nose; more Lustrium. She stiffened and moistened, she tried to loose herself from the holds but the funk of the drug already in the air from her friends was causing a slight lack of focus. It made her struggles fruitless. A thick crown pushed at her rosebud. It could only be Doris. No one else in the room had a pole that large, not even Rebecca. Half of her was fearful of being split in two. The other half stood still expectantly, waiting for it to happen.
"We need to stimulate your prostate to start the process," the doctor explained as she put more pressure on her starfish. "I can think of no better method than this."
"You are so big," she groaned as the head of the beast forced her to expand. "But I would have let you do this if it needed to be done. You didn't need to hold me down." She punctuated her reply with a second outcry as she was forced open even more. She was lucky she was greasy with shitslime. At least it might not be so punishing.
"Oh, I know," the big blonde woman agreed. "Not many can resist my girth. But that's not why we are holding you down girl. That's not it at all."
Amanda climbed up on the counter and sat on her haunches with her back to the mirror. She hiked up her green dress, exposing her hard and glistening tool flopping out of her yellow satin crotchless panties. She pushed back on Allison's forehead and held her head in place, then split her lips with her organ. She plunged her piece to its maximum depth as the doctor similarly sunk her monster deliberately to the bottom of her anal well. Once there, the pistoning began.
The brunette heard the buzzing and assumed it was some sort of sex toy that was about to start tickling her clit. It was only when she saw her hair fall into the sink that she realized her head was being shaved. In and out the fleshy poles slid as more hair was sheared. She wanted to protest but every time she gathered her strength to do so, it would seep out of her harmlessly. Both of the orifices were slick now with different lubricants; the two lengths plundered her effortlessly. Something smooth embraced her shaft. She heard a click and a buzz, then felt the vibrations. She knew then her cock had been taken prisoner much like her mother's had all those weeks ago.
The speed at which she was furrowed was increasing now, her arousal demanding more and more of her attention. A cool cream was smeared on her skull from behind and then left sit. A pair of hands oiled her breasts. She heard things moving in the background; she could hear things being assembled, fitted into place. The cream was then rinsed off, delivering the stubble of her former brush cut to the drain. Amanda began fucking her face with relish. Doris accelerated her sawing as well. Alison could feel their members began to thicken and throb. She teased her tongue over one tool while flexing on the other. It was enough to bring both to their bliss. The brown haired senior was filled from both ends with thick ropes of cum.
The pair continued their pounding until they eventually softened and withdrew. The doctor turned the vibrator off but left the girl's greasy wood tightly trapped. She was stood up, turned around and led by the classmates who had held her down. She saw a completely bald student in the mirror, not realizing she was looking at herself. Her mind fuzzy from the Lustrium, she didn't notice when she was fitted with a pair of Happy Pants. Nor did Allison show much awareness as she was easily guided into the Cradle which now sat next to the one containing her mother. First one leg was strapped into the stirrup, then the other. A specially designed spreadbar with an arch, courtesy of Gracey Mills, was bolted onto the far end of the Cradle. Shaped like an upside down `U', the space beneath it allowed for easy access to the artificial sphincter values in the bottom of the Happy Pants. The confinement of her arms to the wrist followed, then the belt across her midsection.
Rebecca held her head down while her sister inserted a pair of earbuds and covered them with duct tape. Swimming goggles were added and secured as well. "I want her to see everything and hear everything" Doris explained to the curious girls. She then slid each of the seat panels into place and tightened them down immobilizing her head. Lastly she reached into her purse and pulled out a customized oral spreader. Another Gracey creation, it had an additional bar that spanned the forehead with a mount containing a mini-cam and a LED mini-light. The bar was designed so that it fit comfortably within the anal crevice of the feeder. The electronics were located within a triangular shroud some two inches in width that served to keep the cheeks spread, the view well lit, and the lens free of obstructions. A second mini-cam, this one with a wide angle lens, was mounted at the midway point of the spreader bar. It was aimed at Allison's now floppy organ but offered a full length view of the girl's body on the feed. "I want everyone else to see and hear everything as well," she added pulling out her laptop.
"It's nearly 10:30," Rebecca noted.
"We need to start filling her if we want her ready for midnight," the physician advised. She pulled a small an athlete's drink bottle from her bag and a small pouch from her pocket. Pouring the powdery contents from the latter into the mouth of the class rep, she squirted some water from the bottle through the o-ring to ensure that Allison swallowed.
"Which one of you three wants to go first?" asked the English teacher.
"It should be Amanda," Madison prompted. "She always treated her worse than us."
Erin nodded in agreement. Both girls looked apologetic.
"Very well then." The blonde nodded as she turned both cameras and put on a headset.
The Clearwater girl grinned at her two friends, happy to be selected. Normally her needs were seen to last. Her two companions, seeing the red lights below the lenses, smiled knowingly at one another. Making sure the cameras had a good view they seductively lifted her dress over her head and lowered her panties. Continuing their performance they helped Amanda seat herself on Allison's face. She looked back over her shoulder at the former top about to be a bottom. She wasn't evil, she wasn't cruel, but she would enjoy this swapping of roles. The redhead hunkered down and allowed herself to be spread. Her rosebud quivered flexing open and closed; open and closed. She let the tide of her waste rise within her and then smiled as she forced her first mushy snake of shit into the bald girl's mouth.
End of Chapter 48