Meadowvale Academy Chapter 51
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Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 51: The Coach House
As they drove through the downtown three Dutch women took the newly arrived fourth on a tour of the important places in the city centre.
"That's Serendipity, the local spa. They do pretty much everything there. Their facials are to die for. Service is excellent," Brechtje Maertens pointed out to her sister Marike.
"Ellery is a friend of mine. She'll be going to the academy next year too Mom," added Elke from the back seat.
"That's the clinic there," the younger sister indicated to the older as she turned onto Market Street. "They have good doctors there. We use Deborah Miller. We should book you an appointment."
"That's where Aunt Brechtje works!" the pigtailed youngest blurted jabbing her finger at the farmer's market.
Mila waved to Catalina as the blonde driver beeped her horn in greeting. "I have a couple of classes with her."
"Next door is Mary Jane's. Across the road is La Salles," the blonde nodded, her ringlets bouncing slightly when she did. "The first has a few herbal concoctions you might find interesting. The second has great lingerie designs. You should really stop in, re-stock your top drawer.
There's the jeweler's Schwartzstein's. And over there is Gemini's. I'm not sure what to tell you that place is. It's so many things it's hard to say it's just one of them. It's kind of the good morale place for the futa community, but they do all kinds of things there. They serve food, hold events, run seminars. In the evenings it's a night club. I've seen local art, good stuff, on their walls. Mila's teacher is trying to get some of her stuff in there." She glanced at Marike. "She is really coming along. They do not often hang students but she could be the exception." Behind them unseen the junior blushed at the praise. "Mila, is this the turnoff?"
"Riverside Drive. Yes, yes it is. Turn left here," she directed snapping out of her momentary reverie.
"Then what?"
"Stay on it until you go over the bridge, then follow the curve to the right up the hill."
Brechtje nodded and returned her attention to her sister. "So what subject will you teach at the school?"
"They've promised me the upper class poli sci classes. I've been told I'll be helping out with history and picking up a bit of the first year curriculum as well.
"Are you going to do any coaching?"
"Hannah asked me to help out with the gymnastics team. They must have read about the ballet. I'd like to look into the swim team as well. I'm told it is a good one."
"It's driven by three juniors: Victoria Cready, Valerie Bonner, and her twin Vivien. They call themselves `The Flying V's'"
"Hah! Cute."
"They are three quarters of the relay team. We usually do well there. The first years are also very promising. We are set up well for extended success."
"That's good to know."
"Yep," nodded the other as the car traversed the bridge and headed right. "Mila? Now what?"
"Look for the stand of birches on the left," the junior instructed. "There is a driveway in the middle of them. Red mailbox."
The Maertens quartet pulled into the paved drive and drove through the woods until they came out the other side to a large cinder brick split level home on a bit of a rise. Stella Cantwell walked down the steps as their SUV pulled up and Brechtje lowered the window.
"Stella Cantwell, we talked on the phone. You've also met my Aunt Doris, the Vice-Principal. I'll go with and show you the way back to the coach house," the big blonde offered opening the rear door. She turned to Elke who was sitting in the first seat, asking cordially. "Well, I can sit on your lap or you can sit on mine. What's it going to be?"
The 13 year old quickly gave up her seat to the other giggling at the prospect of having the woman sit on her. She found a temporary perch, straddling one of her legs as an arm wrapped itself around her torso and the vehicle shifted back into gear.
"Follow the path around the house to the left and through the opening in the wooden fence," she instructed.
"Do you also work at the school then?" Marike asked turning in her seat.
"I'm the school nurse. In addition to her duties as vice-principal, my aunt is also the school physician. And Mom is the English teacher."
"And they live in the coach house too?"
"No, no," she laughed. "They are in the main house with my younger sister Kelsey. And now Principal Hannah and when she's home, her daughter Abigail."
"So who lives in the coach house then?"
"Well there's me of course, and my girlfriends Sally Ann and Esmeralda. And now of course Mila," the nurse answered. "Sally Ann is the guidance counselor at Meadowvale and Esme teaches history there. As I understand it, you'll be a part of the staff going forward as well?"
"Yes, I'll be teaching Political Science and helping Esmeralda out with one or two of her basic history classes," The braided woman answered gladdened by the fact that she would be meeting a colleague of some significance to her own duties shortly.
"She's looking forward to meeting you," Stella informed her as the vehicle descended a small incline and pulled up in front of a two story dwelling that looked to have been converted from a barn at some point.
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There were four of them on the video call: Hannah Gallagher looked to be in the kitchen of the Hanratty Estate, Ruth Finney was in her den, Annika Schwartzstein was in a secluded booth at Gemini's, and Ariella Reed was at her downtown office.
"So as I understand it, you are quite comfortable with your current residential situation correct?" the eldest asked the principal.
"Very!" she answered empathetically. "This place far more room that I need or my daughter does when she's here. I have my own office; my second in command at the academy is just down the hall, transportation to and from work is free. What's not to like?"
"You want a job?" the red haired real estate agent cut in provoking laughter all around.
"Got one thanks," shot back the principal with a grin. "Seriously though, with the futagen confirmed, it's best the quad stays close so we can all be a part of her life."
"So this is what I wanted to inquire about then," Annika continued. "With Regina and now Allison full time shitsluts and you staying there, the residence that comes with being the principal will be standing empty. We're currently living on the second floor of the shop downtown and while it is convenient, it is a bit tight and will become more so when our futagen arrives."
"You'd like to move into the Principal's Residence?" queried the attorney.
"If we can observe all the legal niceties and Hannah is fine with it, re-locating the quad there would help a lot. The place has enough space for both the La Salle's and the Quinn's in addition to ourselves," the board member explained. "Like you Hannah, we would like to all be in one place to raise her."
"I'm not seeing a problem here from my end," the short brunette spoke.
"Legally Ariella and I would have to file some new paperwork, but beyond that there shouldn't be any difficulties," Ruth informed the others.
"How long would that take?" Annika inquired.
"The office is just down the street from ours," the realtor mused with a smile. "It's not like we need to use a courier."
"So it's settled then?"
"Call your moving vans."
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As the five futas piled out of the car Mila spotted four girls, first years if she remembered correctly, passing a soccer ball around behind the main house. A stray kick sent it rolling down the hill towards the recently arrived SUV.
"That's my younger sister Kelsey," Stella pointed out to Marike as she waved. "Bit of a gap I know. Mom had me when she was quite young."
Brechtje opened the rear hatch revealing a several boxes of art supplies, easels, not to mention suitcases containing other facets of her niece's life.
"You need any help?" Kelsey called over retrieving the ball.
"Any hand's a good hand," her sister answered.
The brunette booted the ball back towards the house and waved her friends down the hill. Presently the group, having gathered around the one that summoned them, approached the others.
"May I introduce my sister Kelsey, and her three companions, Riley Halversson, Willow Reed, and Kimberly Winchester," the nurse announced, indicating each in turn. "They are all first years. You might see them in a class or two Marike. You know Mila already," she continued as she turned to the four girls. "This is her little sister Elke, her mother Marike, and her Aunt Brechtje."
Introductions between individual were made and small talk flitted about the group until Stella clapped her hands to call a halt to the verbal meanderings. "Everyone grab something from the back and follow me," she instructed grabbing a box from the vehicle and turning towards Mila. "We've set aside a room for you on the second floor. I'll show you were it is and you can direct the others as needed OK?"
Brechtje could feel the eyes on her ass as she bent over. She took her time deciding what she would carry to give whoever was checking her out a good look. So far everything was going according to plan, well actually even better than planned. The four other students were a bit of a bonus. She hadn't expected that. She had done everything Stella had asked her to last week when she visited prior to the New Year's Eve bash at Gemini's.
"Tell her it's a flu shot if you have to," the nurse suggested. "We just need her on an active Carettathol regimen before we move Mila in."
"It'll get done," she assured. "I'll think of something."
"Do you have the semen sample?"
"Right here," the Dutch woman confirmed handing her a vial.
"When is she arriving again?" Stella asked as she pocketed the proffered item, stood up, and removed her panties.
"Would you believe tomorrow afternoon?" the curly blonde replied with a shake of her head as she also rose.
"New Year's Day?"
"She feels the roads will be empty." Brechtje undid her suspenders, stepped out of her jeans, and took her seat once again.
"Well, she likely won't be wrong," the other surmised as she straddled Mila who was lying on her back on the table between them. "And not a word from either of you to anyone," the big blonde warned the Maertens kids, glancing down over her shoulder at the oldest, then at the other who was now kneeling down in front of her aunt. "We can't run the risk of having this work its way back around through third parties."
Brechtje watched as the nurse scooted her rosebud over the mouth of her older niece. She unsnapped her camisole allowing her 10 inches to unfurl. She began slowly fucking the face of Elke, as Mila's lips parted in preparation of her meal. Stella's rosebud blossomed and the first of her brown serpents slithered from her ass into the waiting maw below. It was so beautiful. As the braided blond head moved up and down on her tool she squinted at the fecal feeding in front of her and for as moment imagined that she was sitting astride her sister Marike watching her older sibling swallow her shit.
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"It had been a busy evening," Regina reflected as she cuddled with her fellow shitslut Peaches as they wallowed in what could only be described as a tub full of sludge with heated elements in the walls and bottom that kept the contents warm. The structure itself was very much akin to a two woman mud bath. Only this wasn't mud they were wallowing in. Each snacked on the fecal filth before them. A relaxed easy humping of tools against each other brought for surge after surge of cum from oversized balls. It was a slow dance of ecstasy for the pair.
They were off the clock now, disconnected from the harvesting apparatus, which hung lifeless above them. They only came for each other at the moment. Once Doris had seen how successful Bactroboost had worked with the girl beside her, the doctor had started her on the regimen immediately and ordered a second set of nozzle arms. They didn't move from tub anymore. When the business was open, a platform raised itself from the bottom enough so that nipples and crowns just broke the sludgy surface. Nozzles were attached and they leaned back into headpieces that provide padding for the patron, who would back over their mouths from above to feed them. Mother and daughter often jacked each other as they gorged.
Katherine had told her that their semen and breast milk were put in a refrigerator until they picked up by someone from the Meadowvale Health Clinic the following day. Where it went from there she wasn't sure but she could imagine that it was somehow providing a return for the community and that was what really mattered. The two of them were doing their part to enrich Meadowvale. She loved her new job. It seemed like Peaches did as well.
She and her daughter had drifted apart like parents and children are wont to do during the latter's high school years. It likely didn't help matters that as the principal it probably seemed to her that she was constantly in her business and wouldn't give her space. She imagined as many kids went to school in the morning to escape their home life as went home at night to escape the school life. Allison hadn't been able to do neither. No matter where she went, the two showed up side by side. "I'm so sorry I did that to you," she apologized inwardly.
As if sensing her distress, Peaches dipped her lips below the surface and started suckling on the teat submerged as she came again. Unlike her relationship with her daughter, she and her fellow toilet had never been closer. They did everything together. Regina let more fudge slide down her throat as her cock spewed out more of her creamy goodness. The younger scooped up a mouthful of waste and ground into the other matching her release, surge for surge. It was urgent, primal; somehow ritualistic. More shit was eaten, more cocks were thrust, more cum gushed forth. Again and again and again until the pair slowly drifted off into a warm, cozy slumber. Yes, she loved her new job.
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"Where are Esme and Sally Ann?' Mila asked following the larger girl as they walked towards the end of the second floor.
"They are getting things ready downstairs," she answered over her shoulder. "You don't expect us to simply send your family on their way after they unload the boxes do you? People expect to be fed for this kind of service."
The artist looked behind her to see a steady trail of others, each carrying a bit of her life towards her. Stella turned right, through a door. "This is you."
She followed her in and stopped dead. "This is all me?" she asked incredulously. The room was nearly half the size of the apartment they lived in now. A long clothes rack stood against one wall half full flanked by a chest of drawers on either side. A king-sized bed with a night stand was in one corner. "You and Esme; we figured with your painting, you'd need space and light. This room has both."
"Esme moved in as well?"
"She's the dresser on the left."
"It's perfect." She set her box down and walked to the windows that lined the south wall. Though it probably didn't offer the views the main house did, it was impressive nonetheless. She could dedicate half of the space to her work, easily. She might even try to get a pottery wheel and kiln she'd always wanted. The first of the others started to file in with their loads and Mila pointed them to where they needed to place what they were carrying. It took 20 minutes and she was nearly finished unpacking her clothes when Kimberly entered with the last of it.
"You can do the rest later. Everyone is downstairs in the lounge," she informed the junior who trailed after her at her urging.
The pair traipsed down the stairs and made their way through the kitchen into the lounge. It was quite an informal but intimate arrangement. A low table, like something seen in a Japanese restaurant was surrounded like an island in a sea of pillows, cushions and blankets. The entire area was shaped like a horseshoe with padded backrests and could sit about 10 people comfortably, the open end fronting the fireplace. At the head of the arch sat her mother Marike sandwiched between the much larger bodies of Sally Ann and Stella. They were chatting amicably about her mother's previous employment as a consultant. Facing the trio sitting on the table was Brechtje and Esme. The three students, all in sweats and t-shirts, were in a lump to their right. Sprawled out amongst them was her kid sister Elke. As they entered Kimberly peeled off to join her friends while Mila took a seat on the other side of her lover.
"Marike says they want her to take a couple of the first year history classes," Stella revealed facing the other two beside her.
"That will be fun. You might have Kelsey and her friends in one of them," Sally Ann replied leaning forward slightly. "Do you know how many you will have?"
"Two...I think," the redhead in the middle fumbled out. It was getting hard to concentrate. She was feeling warm and tingly. "Two," she re-affirmed struggling to remember. What was happening? Surely the fireplace was not that hot. She could feel her organ stiffening. She tried closing her legs but found she couldn't as the two larger had commandeered each of her knees as an armrest. She hoped no one would notice the bump under her skirt.
"If you're getting the Monday morning class then you'll be getting a couple of them anyway," Esmeralda corroborated with a smile. "They are very good students. You'll enjoy having them."
Marike forced a smile and a nod trying to cover her arousal. Had the legs of the teacher across from her spread open more while she was talking? Was she wearing panties? How old was she? 25? How old were any of them? Was she the oldest one here?
"You will really like the academy," the nurse cooed patting the redhead on the inside of her thigh causing her legs to part a bit more and her hemline to slide up slightly. Marike squinted at the history teacher. She opened even more. She wasn't wearing panties. Her cock was hard and looking right at her.
"I think the people at school will like you too," the redhead beside her added leaning in from the other side. The weight of the two women forced her to slide down a bit on the backrest.
"Do you think you will like the people at the academy Miss Maertens?" Stella asked as her dress slide up more revealing her cock straining against her panties. "It sure looks like you like us." She smiled as she ran a fingertip along the roofline of the satin tent causing the Dutch woman to involuntarily flex her hips. "Yeeeessss, yes, you do like us don't you? I think we could all be friends. Good, good friends." She looked over to her girlfriend and nodded. Together they hooked the waistband of her panties and slid them down to her ankles. "Friends always help friends," she continued as her hand encircled the naked pipe. She slid beneath the new teacher using her knees to spread the middle futa's limbs wide and placed her crown at the entrance to her anal bliss. At the same time Sally Ann moved between her legs and lined her fleshy prong up with the woman's pink. "Would you like us to help you?"
"Yes," she nodded her inhibitions adrift. The funk of her desire was so strong now, she would agree to anything. The hand on her steely girth began to move up and down, up and down. She flexed in time with it. Each time she did the monster cock from below pushed into her rosebud a bit more while the one above slowly plunged into her pussy. The lower was thicker in girth. It filled her up and stretched her out. Once it kissed its final depth her eyes closed and she simply rode the wave as both shafts began to move in unison.
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"I can hardly wait until next year, when I'll have two of you to play with," Marnie Malinowsky declared as she slammed her beef into the anal canal of the black haired Parker Dimetrescu. She was two years ahead of the senior and was a teaching assistant at the law school.
There's another one?" asked Rachel Anders incredulously as she hunkered down on the student's mouth as the latter stroked the tool of the redhead atop her.
"Little sister, Veronica, every bit as beautiful as this one," she revealed as she jacked the senior in rhythm to her own thrusting.
"I should ask Roberta about her," the librarian reflected as her rosebud opened. "Think she eats shit?"
"Parker here says she's interning for Ruth Finney for two years," she returned increasing the momentum of both hand and cock. "I can't see how she doesn't by now."
"Here we go Parker, eat up now," she cooed as her first brown worm worked its way into her mouth. "Keep jacking me, make me cum while you eat and Marnie will give you a big cum too."
The brunette was closing in on her release now. "Almost there."
"Mmmmm, me too," echoed her partner as she pushed a second length downwards. "Yes, so nice. So nice Parker. Crown me now. Spread my leaky goo around." She turned back to her friend, who was clearly laboring now. "Her?"
"Yep, throbbing. Close." Marnie panted as she pounded her pipe into the girl even faster and sped up her stroke. "Going to cum now... Going to...Cum... Cumming." Over and over she rammed her cock deep as she flooded the Dimetrescu girl with her creamy seed, the walls of her ass milking her each and every stroke.
"Cum with me Parker, cum with me now," she reached forward and ran her finger around on the head of her toilet's rod. A similar ministration pushed her over the edge. Ropes of semen shot out of her and splattered the chest of her girlfriend. At the same time the black haired girl arched and her white goo erupted from her tool in nice long globs as she gulped down more of the librarian's sludge.
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Kimberly lay on her back only a few feet away, her lips smacking as she feasted on the waste of her girlfriend. It had taken Willow a couple of weeks but she had finally convinced her partner to put on a pair of Happy Pants. She still refused to wear them when she was close to spare underwear but she had them on today. "Do I taste good today Freckles sweetie?" she asked as she watched her neck flush her latest log down. A tongue stabbing into her anal canal was all the answer she needed and she pushed down again. They were going to test her capacity today. All four of them had stuffed themselves during the sleepover in preparation. "It was fortunate that the undermat below the pillows was treated leather," she thought as she pushed another length into her toilet's willing mouth. "We hadn't planned on doing this here."
Next to the couple, Riley and Kelsey were filling Elke Maertens with their tools. The pair were really grinding into the Adderwood senior, but she looked like she was enjoying herself. She and Riley were tangling their tongues as the redhead's member pumped into her pussy. On her knees behind her and penetrating her anally Kelsey also had a hand on her stiffened organ. The four of them would be good training for her. While they were all of decent size, none were in the monster class as some of the staff or older students, Nurse Stella included. The Hanrattys all had trees between their legs she had noticed. All but Kelsey, but she was over 10 years younger than her sister. Every once in a while Willow saw the younger sneak a glance over towards Kimberly's feeding.
They had positioned themselves like this deliberately after an unspoken conversation as they were sitting down. It was the same game that Willow had run with Kimberly and Victoria Cready on Sylvie Villeneuve at the New Year's Eve party though her girlfriend didn't know it at the time. Hell she didn't know it at the time; it just kind of happened once the other two showed up. But it was a good plan, one that certainly deserved to be used a second time. They placed Kimberly directly in front of where the other two would be ravaging the Dutch girl. She would be looking right at her as she feasted on the blonde's fudge while getting fucked in both of her holes. She would be less than a foot away. And indeed she was. And with each thrust by the other pair she was getting closer. Willow made sure to lean forward enough so the girl could get a good look at her brown vines pushing out of her ass and into Kimberly's mouth.
"Look at Esme, Miss Maertens. I think she wants to be your friend too," the nurse whispered. She looked through lidded eyes past the redhead looming over her. Leaning back against her sister and eldest daughter, legs spread and laid bare, the history teacher stared back though the same eyes as Mila stroked her organ and her sister Brechtje pulled a pair of browned fingers from the teacher's rosebud and slid them between the brunette's lips. Penetrated in both holes, her member gradually being brought to its fruition, she watched as the young woman was fed time and again by her sibling. "Would you like some too Marike, would you like Esme to share with you? I'll bet you would, wouldn't you?"
Her two relations picked up the bespectacled woman and placed her on the torso of the new staffer, her length lying in the valley of her breasts. Both of them then presented fingers full of brown and began painting her firm flesh. A thick stripe was laid across the skin beneath her nose and on each of her cheeks as well. Esme began to shimmy towards her face. "I think she wants to share with you too Marike. I think Esme wants to be your friend. Do you want to be her friend too?" Unknowingly she licked her lips in response to the chocolate cock's approach.
Kelsey watched the tawny haired girl looked less and less at Riley below her and more and more at the activities of her other two friends. She had heard about the Adderwood Seniors Party at Gemini's. She knew it had been messy, but she didn't know how far the Maertens girl had gone. By her actions though, it looked like she had seen enough to stoke her curiousity but hadn't done enough to satisfy it. She nodded to her co-conspirator who then dipped two fingers into her ass and loaded them up with her waste. Both first years thrust forward a bit deeper slowly moving Elke forward as the redhead slipped her greasy fingers past the slightly parted lips of their prey. "It tastes good doesn't it? Clean Riley's fingers for her. Clean them well and she'll give you more." Kelsey cooed in her ear.
She watched as Riley fucked her mouth with one hand as she filled up the other. They wanted her to have the taste of shit all the way in now. She didn't even look down; her gaze was fixed on the exchange of sludge happening in front of her. Three fingers pushed in this time with more than just the assgrease. It was a thicker, muddier substance this time. It would stay on her tongue longer. And still they kept moving her closer. Each nudge brought a new fudgy apéritif. Three inches, two inches, now one. "You want it don't you Elke? You want to eat shit don't you?"
A small nod; almost unnoticeable.
"Say it," the voice commanded.
"I...I...I want to eat shit."
Kimberly grabbed the back of her head and locked her mouth over the younger girl's. The two of them shared a deep brown kiss as Willow adjusted her position slightly. Kelsey pushed her forward and the other brunette held her face to the blooming rosebud. Willow moved back forcing the Dutch girl lips around her expanding sphincter as she pushed a lovely soft log into her mouth.
"Chew and swallow Elke, chew and swallow," the voice behind her instructed as both cocks within her and the hand without sped up. Faster and faster she was plundered, faster and faster the hand jacked her. More and more fecal filth pushed into her mouth and down her throat. She was throbbing, she was tingling. A groan sounded and her pussy was flooded. "Cum with me Elke, cum with me," urged the voice behind her. Another length was offered her and she gulped eagerly. Fingers flew over her cock. Her release exploded upon her as she felt her ass siphon the pearly treasure it sought. She fell into another long brown kiss as the faces of both girls were bathed in sludge.
From the moment she plunged her organ through her lips Marike could feel her throb. She shifted forward onto her knees and began fucking her face with urgency. She was not going to last long. The new teacher allowed her colleague to abuse her mouth with impunity. She had two daughters and a younger sister, she knew of the needs of youth. She herself was steadily building but nowhere near as ready to shoot as Esmeralda. She cupped her cheeks and swirled her tongue intent on giving her the release she coveted. She squealed with the new stimulus and sped up even more, pounding her piece in relentlessly until her surging overtook her. She held her tight to her face and looked up into her eyes as she emptied bit by bit.
Sally Ann glanced at Stella and nodded. They both saw that there was something developing there, but there was still more to do. She wasn't there yet. "You are such a good friend Marike," the guidance counselor praised as the history teacher's grip on her head slowly turned into caresses. "Don't you think Marike is a good friend Esme?"
"Good friend," the other panted recovering her breath.
"I'm sure there are others here who want to be Marike's friend, others who have something to share," Stella suggested as Mila gathered in her girlfriend and spooned with her next to her mother so they could watch. "Brechtje, would you like to be Marike's friend? Do you have something you can share?"
"Can I be a friend if I'm family?"
"Absolutely," Sally Ann replied as she kept a steady carnal cadence. "Marike is new in town, she needs all the friends she can find. Sit in front of me and show Marike what you have to share," she directed sweetly as she smiled. "Mila, perhaps you and Esme can help her."
The woman with the blonde ringlets sat down on her sister's midsection facing the Clearwater woman and spread her cheeks. The eldest Maertens reflexively arched slightly to the beckoning hand when she saw her sibling's greasy crevice.
"She seems very eager to be your friend Brechtje," the red head commented as she crowned the teacher's cock causing her to flex again. "Yeeessss, very eager." She nodded to Mila who dipped a pair of fingers into the rosebud of her aunt and painted a thick streak of mud beneath her nose. "Doesn't that smell nice Marike?" she asked glancing at Stella and nodding as the two picked up their pace. A second set of fingers thick with paste moved towards the mouth of the penetrated woman. As the three digits of filth pushed in her sister scooted back a bit towards them.
Again and again fecal snacks were offered her. Again and again she accepted them willingly. And each time the crevice crept closer and closer until it rested on her chin. Her holes and cock were being stimulated at a furious pace now. Both of the larger woman were panting noticeably with their exertions, holding off their own bliss to time it with the third. Mila could see the difficulty they were having and decided to step in.
"Are you ready for your main course Mother?" she asked as she ran her hand through her hair, careful not to disturb her braids. Esme leaned in and softly kissed her face, snuggling up beside her. "Are you ready to let Aunt Brechtje share with you? She wants to share with you so badly. We all want her to share with you. We all want to share with you." She smiled at her parent, foggy and fuzzy in arousal. "Yes, yes we do, but first Aunt Brechtje. Open your mouth now," she instructed as she traced her lips until they were as stretched as they could be. "See her rosebud blossom? See the head of the worm? Watch it push out now, watch it drop into your mouth. Chew and swallow, chew and swallow. Here comes some more. Yeeeesss, eating shit makes you want to cum doesn't it Mother? Makes you want to have a great big cum. She picked up the crowning that Sally Ann had abandoned. "Cum for me Mother. Cum for me now. Cum for me while Aunt Brechtje feeds you her lovely shit."
The words of her daughter and her hand massaging her crown pushed the teacher over the edge. She greedily sealed her mouth to her sister's sphincter as she arched wildly. Her cock erupted and shot for long ropes of her cream followed by the surging of two others as her sibling's sludge piled into her unending. Mila smiled as her parent surrendered to her new found bliss.
"Welcome, welcome to Meadowvale Mother."
End of Chapter 51