Meadowvale Academy Chapter 52
These stories involve anal fingering, anal fisting, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, lactation, mind control/behavioural training, orgasm denial, 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
Chapter 52: First Days Part 1
Cory's lips were stretched open as Miss Daniels fed her another length of her brown treasure. At the same time she pushed another log of her own into the Happy Pants she now wore. One hand coaxed another rope of cum from her slippery cock while a second massaged the warm fudge into her balls. And on and on it went. She could barely focus trapped under the ass of the math teacher. It was all she could do to keep swallowing. Another snake of waste slithered down her gullet. And still more she came; in her dream like fuzziness memories of her first day at Meadowvale Academy bubbled to the surface.
"Just stick with Erica as much as you can your first day baby," Tyler instructed as she kissed the other girlie girl and copped a quick feel in the main foyer. "I know she isn't in all of your classes, but she'll introduce you to a couple of her friends so you'll never be alone. Mom is in the Cradle over there if you have any problems. I'll see you in the cafeteria at lunch. Have fun sweetie."
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"Sylvie has such a lovely ass doesn't she Sissydick?" Victoria cooed as she jacked the one-holed girl. The three of them were sitting at the same unit in Miss Daniel's third year algebra class and the Villeneuve girl was bent over the desktop whispering to Coral Reed sitting in front of her. "Take a closer look now," she instructed as she lifted the other girls skirt up revealing a naked asshole beckoning her attentions. "Go on, lick it Cory," she coaxed pushing her head forward slightly with her free hand as the flesh in front of her flexed slightly moving closer. "It's what you need, I know you want to."
Cory sighed. The crinkly round was so beautiful. "I do need this, I do want this," she convinced herself silently, an easy argument. Her tongue reached out and her head moved forward. She licking the sphincter, then penetrated it, probing it's depth as the cheeks nudged against her. Her tongue darted in and out, lapping the brown grease off of the inner walls, relishing the taste. She could feel the tip of her treasure within slowly making its way towards her. More and more the Sylvie pushed, moving the new student's head back until she was trapped between her crevice and the back of her chair. Whatever the teacher might have been talking about had long ago become an afterthought. A second hand, a larger, stronger hand, took over for the first as she felt the latter slide down and push three fingers into her boypussy.
She slumped a bit in her seat, allowing both hands better access as she pulled the flesh back upon her upturned head. The girlie girl heard the anal crackling as the rosebud blossomed. Her tongue was forced to retreat as her impending feast advanced; her resistance but a sham. Her lips willingly parted in surrender and then she was fed in school for the first time. Her relaxed jaw welcomed the first of her classmate's stools into her mouth. A second soon followed, and then a third. She gave herself over to the fecal flow as she had done so many times before. She was not restrained, but it didn't matter. This, this public feeding, it thrilled her in a different way.
Her cock was stroked, her prostate kneaded. Her hips danced to the music the fingers played. A fourth length coiled in and her pearly cream was drawn forth. Finally she finished her meal and cleaned off her plate. Sylvie pulled away from her face. It was then she noticed that other students had crowded around to watch the show. A hand filled with her seed, her teacher's hand, was held before her mouth. She gripped it as her tongue devoured the proffered dessert, licking each of the fingers, not wanting to miss any. Miss Daniels turned her chin towards her and watched her with predatory eyes as she did so and calmly spoke when her palm was clean.
"You have detention after school young lady."
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Marike Maertens walked down the hall on her way to her first class of her first day at her new job. She had spoken once more with Principal Gallagher and Vice-Principal Hanratty before they left for work this morning at breakfast. The family had slept over at the coach house the previous evening after helping Mila move in. Now it looked like it would be a more permanent arrangement.
Her sister jacked her shit encrusted member as Mila fed her a handful of waste she had scooped up from the pile on her midsection. She was wearing a pair of what they called Happy Pants now and slowly starting to build towards her third orgasm of the day. Willow Reed had was ploughing into her pussy through one of the artificial sphincters in the garment, both cock and fudge sliding across her juicing clit.
"We have enough room here," Stella explained. Mila and Esme will be staying in her room, you and Brechtje could have the one across the hall." She slopped some of the filth on her own tool, straddled her little sister, and drove her mucky piece through her lips as she continued. "Sally Ann and I will be right next door and the room next to Mila's could be Elke's new home."
"We'd love to have you," Sally Ann added as she began to back up, sliding her cheeks though the pile of sludge and pushing it towards the teacher's face. "You're such a good friend."
"I think it is a great idea," Brechtje spoke up as she brought her sister closer to her crest. "The apartment we have in town was undersized for three of us. Now with you here, it is absolutely tiny. This place is huge by comparison and we could keep the family together. What do you two think?" she then asked looking to her nieces.
"I agree," Mila nodded as she fed herself some of fecal mud, "for all the reasons you mention there. We can still get downtown easily enough if we need to. The bus isn't far and I can drive now."
"Me too, I like it here," Elke blurted before groaning as Kimberly and Riley slammed into her holes at a newly increased pace. The two older girls grinned.
"Yeah, pretty sure she does too," Riley added.
Marike watched the redhead glide back until she felt her crevice trap her mouth open. She was full now but she knew even this would not be her last meal. She heard a grunt and then crackling as a monster log forced its way through the tide of shit that had washed up on her face and down her throat. It was then that Brechtje started crowning her. She groaned as her shit coated cock fountained its prize into the air.
"I think that was a yes," she heard Sally Ann say.
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Amanda had seen Ingrid like this before. Not that she was ever unwilling to feed from someone's rosebud. Her mouth was always open. But some days, some days she burned for it. The redhead could tell when her friend was in one of her moods. Her eyes tended to focus on the fuller hindquarters within her sightlines. It was so easy to overwhelm her with her own lust then. She had pointed it out to Pineapple a couple weeks back who had in turn told her cousin Tumbleweed. The pair had recently witnessed firsthand the blonde's appetite for fecal feasting. So when their classmate's eyes started following the full cheeks of her homeroom teacher Brigitte Beauvalier as the latter moved about the room it was hardly a surprise. In fact, not only was it expected; it was long overdue. So far as she knew Ingrid had yet to dine on the woman's waste.
"What an ass she has," Pineapple exclaimed lowly as she pumped her girlfriend's cock at the back of the class during homeroom.
"It certainly is a beauty," Amanda agreed thumbing the middle girl's clit. "Don't you think it is beautiful Ingrid?"
She nodded desperately as she was toyed with, the Cockblocker on her tool tightened and buzzing. She thrust against the tormenting digits just as the bell rang for first class.
"Time to go," the Roundtree girl proclaimed. "Let's just put this away for now," she added tucking as much of her lover's nine inches back into her panties as possible. As it was, about two inches of her steely girth ended up peaking over the top of her skirt in plain view of anyone who cared to look. And as the trio walked down the hall to their first class together, many did. Many did and used their hands to add to her orgasmic denial as they passed. Amanda and Pineapple smiled at each other as they took her on a little tour of frustration between classes. This wouldn't be the last time today that Ingrid would be entranced by Miss Beauvalier's anal charms. The three of them had her for senior physics in second period.
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"Georgina's hand on her cock felt so good," Tumbleweed thought as she allowed her arousal to run freely through her inhibitions. It was larger than her own, stronger, her grip was firmer. Her stroking dictated the pace of everything else. The blonde senior's monster tool plunging in and out of her ass; Roberta's equally beastly piece plundering her pussy; the latter's sister Rosamund's pipe fucking her face. All timed their movement to her persistent hand, bringing the Roundtree girl closer and closer to her end.
It didn't look like either of the librarians had much interest in helping the pair with anything remotely scholastic in nature. And that was just fine with the dreadlocked brunette. She'd only been in town on a permanent basis for a couple of weeks and she had seen enough in that time to understand this was the way of their world. "In most libraries, the sounds of two people having sex would probably provoke a different reaction from the staff," she reasoned amused as she thought back to earlier in the day.
"We have two new student's this semester class," Miss Bergheim announced as she leaned on her desk in front of the computer science class. Tumbleweed Roundtree, please stand and introduce yourself."
She rose from her seat, having recognized her teacher from the recent `shitsack' party at her aunt's but kept a straight face. Her spirited dreadlocks were a contrast to the conformist school uniform she wore."My name is Tumbleweed Roundtree. I was at Green Valley High until recently. I like working with electronics and I'm going to try out for the track team with my cousins in the spring. My aunt is Magnolia Roundtree. She runs Mary Jane's in town."
"Thank you Tumbleweed," the teacher returned catching her eye. "I see you have signed up to be a part of the robotics team. We look forward to seeing what you bring to it. Georgina Mills, please stand and introduce yourself."
To her mild surprise, the girl she was sitting beside got to her feet. She was a large person. Tumbleweed was 5'6" and this girl towered over her by about a half a foot. Her breasts dwarfed any in class and her ass was massive as well. Her round face was framed by aside parted wheat blonde pageboy bob. She heard the gas quietly makes its escape from her cleft but she was certain no one else did. Moments later she detected its pungency and involuntarily hardened.
"My name is Georgina Mills. I just transferred here from Warmouth-Holman Secondary. I've also signed up for robotics. Aunt Gracey wouldn't have it any other way," she added grinning at the teacher. "I was on the wrestling team in Warmouth-Holman and I hope to be here as well." She nodded to the woman at the front of the class and took her seat once more, smiling cordially at her fellow newbie when she did.
"OK then. The rest of you already had your projects chosen and approved just before Christmas break. Please continue working on them in your groups at your station," Miss Bergheim instructed before turning to her newest charges. "The two of you however have not. For the sake of convenience you'll be a team on this. You are to build a website using any of the languages available to you. According to your report cards, you both seem well-versed here. The main criteria here is that the website must be in some way beneficial to the Meadowvale community." The petite educator scribbled a pair of hall passes for the two students and continued." I will give you the rest of the class to decide and I'll expect an outline from you when you are back here Thursday afternoon. Go to the library now and do some research. The staff there should be able to help you find what you need."
They found their way to their destination, but remarkably didn't spot any staff.
"They must be helping someone else. Come on, let's look around." Georgina grabbed her hand. "Let's see what is topical in Meadowvale lately," she suggested as she grabbed a copy of the local newspaper on her way by the desk. "Look there's a table back there."
Whirlwind like Tumbleweed was one moment at the library doors and the next sitting beside her new classmate scanning the daily in front of them looking for ideas. As they perused the print, the brunette saw her partner slide her panties down and part her legs. A massive cock pushed up from her skirt. It must have been over a foot long and almost the girth of a pop can. The girl pulled a tube from her purse and lubed up her hand then started stroking its length. More of her stink billowed upwards as she did and again she stiffened.
"Hope you don't mind, I've been waiting to do this for a while," she remarked as she masturbated, "ever since I sat next to you as a matter of fact. You are incredibly sexy Tumbleweed Roundtree; got a real naughty girl vibe to you." The blonde nodded to the other girl's bulge. "You should free your own pipe there Missy; it looks like it could use a bit of liberty." She hesitated, aroused but anxious. "Here let me," Georgina offered. Her butt was raised, her panties lowered, her legs spread and then the wrestler's strong hand was pumping her length as she leaned into her.
"There, doesn't that feel good Tumbleweed?" she cooed as she worked her hand up and down. She watched as the large girl's hands worked both tools; stared at the larger being jacked, enthralled with its size. "You want to ride my monster don't you Missy?" she asked kissing the top of her head as she nodded slightly. "OK then, up you get," the blonde lifted directed as she lifted her to her feet and positioned her rosebud atop her crown. Her sphincter was massaged by the slight pushing of the massive mushroom, each time being forcing it open a bit more. Tumbleweed's hand fell onto her own organ and she bit her lip as after several nudges the head of Georgina's cock finally made its way past the barrier to bliss.
Little by little, her ass was widened and stretched as the wrestler steadily pulled her downwards. She had stopped jacking herself now, though she was still hard and leaking. Both of her hands were palms down on the table as the anal invasion continued. More and more of the length skated past her prostate as if on parade implacably pushing past all resistance. And then she was sitting on her lap. "There we go, all the way in. We'll rest here a bit while your ass gets used to my cock," she explained as her hand returned to the smaller girl's member. "Still hard as iron," she noted kissing the back of her neck. Up and down Tumbleweed felt the fingers pump as she relaxed more and more.
The beast below began to stir; just small plungings at first but eventually lengthening until all but the head of the blonde's shaft was being withdrawn before pushing back in. In and out the girth travelled with the hand keeping pace on the brunette's cock. She squatted on the other girl now, her feet flat on her thighs. They maintained a comfortable speed, not overly fast but enough to slowly drag them to their respective peaks. Tumbleweed wanted this to last and she suspected the other girl did too.
"Well, what do we have here then," asked a familiar voice that snapped their eyes upwards. Standing with her hands on her wide hips was Roberta Anders. Beside her was her sister Rosamund.
The three of them now plundered the fourth with impunity, picking up speed as they themselves neared the crest of their wave. The blonde laid on her back and her fellow senior atop of her, her sphincter eagerly accepting the anal thrusting. The head librarian on her hands and knees was at the same time drilling her pink. At the other end her younger sister was slamming her piece down Tumbleweed's throat from above as her head hung over the end of the table. Between Georgina's and Roberta's massive girths she felt like she was being cored like an apple. She could feel Rosamund's pipe start to throb and silently wondered if the two below and the one above would meet in the middle at some point. The hand on her own length was matching the pistoning she was receiving from the three women.
"I think this one likes the stink of shit," Georgina pointed out as she pumped.
"You think? I know. She looooves shit," Roberta confirmed. "Show her sis."
Rosamund dipped a pair of fingers into her ass, withdrew them, and gave the dreadlocked girl a thick brown moustache.
The latter's nostrils flared and she sniffed heavily. Her body ground down more on the prongs below as her hands from Rosamund's cheeks and pulled.
"See, loves it."
On and on they hammered; their fervor increasing; their three rampaging rods pillaging the body between them mercilessly.
"Going to cum," Georgina panted as she pumped. "You?"
Roberta nodded in silent agreement.
"Me...too," Rosamund struggled.
The blonde girl started crowning her dreadlocked partner as the trio sawed in and out of her. A second serving of shit was produced and pushed through her lips on the back of the pipe delving orally deep. Tumbleweed flexed wildly at the new stimulus. Cum from three beautiful cocks filled her, surging in triplicate, first here, then there, then elsewhere. She was pummeled within from all sides by the semen of others. Then her own organ geysered forth its pearly seed in wave after wave. She allowed her arousal to wash over her. Her bliss was complete.
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Alanna Davenport glanced at the license that hung on the wall that announced that she was indeed a private investigator. It hung right next to a pair of other framed documents with her name on them: degrees in business administration and criminology respectively. She peered at the latest reservation on her computer screen; it was from one Evan Marlow. She'd never heard of him but something was off, she could feel it. Different periodicals had sent reporters to Meadowvale in the past. Usually they wanted to talk to someone political about the communal nature of the town. On the surface, this sounded no different from the others. They usually marveled about how it flew in the face of the go-go greed found in other governments be they municipal or federal. And yet, somehow it worked.
She ran a good business. Her prices were low, her service more than worth it. She had plenty of return customers. The countryside was beautiful with plenty of hiking paths. One of the main trailheads backed onto the property. The popularity of her establishment was why she had needed to hire additional help. Freja Jarvela and her 12 year old twins Adi and Uli would be arriving later today. They'd have to share beds, the mother with her, her daughters with Brandy. She had seen pictures though, they wouldn't be unwelcome company. But that would come later. She brushed away the momentary distraction and re-focused on her current objective, looking once again at the screen.
These feel good exposé visits didn't happen often, but they happened often enough. And each and every time, they stayed in her establishment, the Ripplewood Arms Bed & Breakfast. That was by design. If one wanted to create a front business this would be a good candidate. It's why she did just that when Florence Mitchell approached her a few years back. Alanna was the first line of defense against incursion of ill intent from beyond the community. For not only was the Ripplewood Arms the best place to stay in town, it was the only one. She was the hidden tripwire; she was the unseen guardian in the shadows. She'd find out what set her off about Mr. Marlow. And then she'd tell Florence.
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She looked forward to teaching again after six years as a political consultant to a candidate who only cared about issues that came with a lobbying check. That had been a very tiresome existence. Needless to say, out there in the `real' world her social life had been decidedly limited. People weren't ready for futas to walk openly among them, not yet anyway. Esme had told her that the introductory class was fairly easy, very book based. She only wished that the skirt and top were a little closer to her size. She didn't have time to pick up her own things and as such was wearing one of the principal's outfits. At 5'7" a skirt made for someone three inches shorter didn't cover as much real estate as she would have liked it to. The same could be said for the blouse. She couldn't even wear a bra with it, the garment fit so snugly. But somehow she let them talk her into the fact that she would be fine. "Well, it was only for one day," she comforted herself as she entered the class.
Her member stirred when she saw two of the girls from the previous day sitting with their classmates. The red haired Riley was three units back on the aisle. Her braided pigtails bounced as she laughed at something one of her neighbours, a pair of attractive Latin girls, said. Across from her was the dimpled brunette Kelsey Cantwell. She was sitting with a girl with blonde dreadlocks and another hazel skinned girl with short curly hair and a tieback. The brown haired girl waved in greeting when she saw her. The teacher made her way to her desk hoping the two hadn't revealed anything of the weekend just passed. She looked at the seating plan. "According to this the two girls next to Riley were Dorotea Delgado and Carmelita Rodriguez. And those other two were Strawberry Roundtree and Mirielle Beauvalier. Wasn't there another teacher here with that name?" she wondered as she wrote her name on the blackboard. She endeavoured to get down to business, trying to hide her stiffness from the students. It was a difficult task. All of her panties had gaffs in them, a necessity in her previous job. This pair didn't. She looked at the planner to see where exactly the class had left off.
"Miss Maertens, Miss Maertens," a voice called out.
She looked up to see Kelsey, trying to flag her down.
"Yes...Kelsey?" she answered trying not to betray the fact that they had already met. She could only hope the student picked up on her lead.
"Mirielle and Strawberry and I are all in the same group for project due at the end of the month about The Marshall Plan," she began. "We're having a problem. Maybe you could take a look?" she asked holding up a folder.
"Sure," she answered. "Everyone else turn to page 214 in your `20th Century History' book and begin reading while I look at their notes," she directed the rest of the class as she started towards the trio holding a text book strategically. As she approached she started dampening. Her erection grew even more. It was now pushing the top band of her panties "What was going on? This can't be happening; not now," she thought desperately.
"Here is what I'm having a problem with," Kelsey explained as she leaned back in her chair to reveal her hand stroking her leaking eight inches. "Do you think you can help me with my problem Miss Maertens? Do you? It's a big problem, it really needs your help?" the girl reached up with her other hand and tugged on her arm.
Marike couldn't stop herself as she bent at the waist and licked her lips. The girl pivoted towards her slightly as she sunk her mouth onto her steamy flesh.
"Yes, just like that Miss Maertens. Help me just like that," Kelsey directed as she set her pace using the back of the Dutch woman's head.
She could feel the air on her cheeks as her panties were lowered. "I think Miss Maertens has a problem too," Riley noted. "Let's help her with her problem, it's only fair." A slippery hand started jacking her firmed girth and a second delved into her pussy. A third pushed three greasy fingers into her rosebud and began massaging her prostate. Another cupped her balls and gently rolled them around "How does that feel Miss Maertens, are we helping?" She couldn't help herself and began flexing against the beckoning digits. "Yeeeesssss. It really looks like we're helping a lot." She was getting weak in the knees now.
She felt herself being pulled off of Kelsey's pipe, turned around and laid on her back upon the desk. The Cantwell girl then climbed aboard and sunk her cock once more through her lips as her facefucking resumed at a higher pace. "Oh this help is better than the other help Miss Maertens," she praised smiling, "much better." All of the fingers resumed their ministrations but one. Her ass remained empty, but only momentarily. Her sphincter provided no resistance to the thick, steely shaft that plundered her anally. In and out it furrowed picking up speed as it did so. Similarly the other carnal stimuli increased in velocity and fury.
She was flexing her hips in time to the probing, prodding, and stroking now, racing towards her cresting wave and trying to bring the others with her. She swirled her tongue around Kelsey's pipe, squeezed rhythmically the one that was ravaging her rosebud. Groans sounded and she re-doubled her efforts to be a good teacher. Her release lapped at the shore of her arousal. She hooked her legs around the waist of the one who fucked her and grabbed the cheeks of the brunette above her and fiercely pistoned her in and out of her mouth. Yet two more hands pinched her nipples, her top had been removed. A third slid deliciously across her mushroom smearing her clear leakage around. She humped the air and her cum launched itself skyward in thick white vines of lust as her mouth was filled and her ass flooded; a mutual monsoon of euphoria.
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"You seeing this?" Hannah asked Doris as she watched the screen displaying the first year history class in front of her.
"Oh yeah, but it's not like we didn't see this coming." the younger woman answered, her small head in the picture in picture square nodding. "My niece sure has the patter down."
"That she does," the principal agreed.
"This happens every year on all the first day backs; End of Summer Holidays, End of Christmas Holidays, End of Reading Week," the doctor expanded. "The girls just need to get it out of their systems. It's been going on for years. These are kinda unofficial official holidays."
"True," she admitted.
"It's why most of the teachers always do film days," the Hanratty woman continued. "I mean Maertens didn't but she wasn't here in September. Next time she'll know."
"She does look like she is enjoying herself."
"Or in any case is being enjoyed," the physician returned grinning.
"I guess it's just my first time viewing it from behind this desk in real time," the shorter woman reasoned watching the action. "Not sure why that should make a difference, I get the highlight tapes like the rest, but it does."
She looked down momentarily at Sally Ann as she cycled her mouth up and down on her cock, then back to the screen. "Check out Library, Camera 4,"
"That's the niece of the Halversson's driver right?" the blonde puzzled, her brow furrowing after she switched over.
"Georgina," the brunette confirmed glancing at her tablet. "You see the size of that thing? She might be bigger than you are!"
"Have you seen the size of her aunt's?" Doris asked as she snuck a look at her older niece bathing her tool orally.
"Point taken," she admitted "Hey, has anyone ever discussed featuring the tapes at a school assembly in the past?"
"Not that I know of, but not a bad idea," the other nodded speculating. "You mean like something done on the last day of the school year?"
"Yeah, like a send off before summer break," Hannah continued the thought.
"Let me look into it," Doris answered smiling politely and turning off her camera. "Something has come up at my end. I'll check in a bit later." She gripped Stella's head and began slamming her beef down her throat as she flooded her mouth with her seed.
"That was good timing," Hannah remarked inwardly as she facefucked the guidance counselor through her orgasm. She ran her hand through her hair as surges of her cum gushed forth into the redhead's gullet. She smiled down at her, "I'm going to need to keep you close today."
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"So you love shit do you?" Georgina queried rhetorically knowing full well the answer she'd receive from the Roundtree girl were her mouth not full of cock. Her look of hunger said all she needed it to. The trio had slowed down their carnal pummeling as they emptied their loads and began to soften. Rosamund was the first one to pull out but it was merely a momentary reprieve for the dreadlocked senior. Mounting the table, she moved her vulva over the recently freed mouth and let her urine flow.
"She likes piss too," the assistant librarian remarked looking back over her shoulder at the wrestler.
"I see that," she grinned back as her hand idly played with the various sensual body parts near it. She let her fingers slide around, alternately tracing the pussy lips and fondling cocks. She wanted to keep everyone's desire simmering while they recovered without letting it lapse completely. They would be more orgasms, she was certain of it. They were by no means finished here. Her subtle manipulations betrayed a gentleness her sometimes gruff personality kept well hidden. Tumbleweed gulped down her bitter beverage as Rosamund emptied herself. Her willingness to be toiletized felt like an acceptance of a role the large girl had hoped to mold her for. She didn't think it would happen this fast but then she also wasn't aware that the other new student had been given a head start with her training.
Rosamund shifted forward once again lining her sphincter up with the Roundtree girl's mouth and then pushed back and down forcing her jaw open. Her starfish expanded, a crackling sounded, and her filth poured into the student below her. She could feel her swallow her brown nourishment and watched the student's tool semi-harden. "She coming around again," she announced to the other senior.
"Yep, she is and so am I," Georgina agreed. She started to slowly resume her carnal motions. "Time for another round sweetie," she declared cheerfully. "Time to break you some more," she then added quieter. "Eat up now, let the lovely librarians feed you." She picked up the stroke of both her hand and her cock as one brunette dined on the sludge of the other, lips smacking greedily as the long rope of shit slithered from one to the other. "Good girl Tumbleweed, good, good girl."
End of Chapter 52