Meadowvale Academy Chapter 68
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Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 68: Coaches Decisions Part 1
Brigitte was not at pleased with the result of the wrestling meet at Gilverket on the weekend. Rhonda Malinowsky had won through and took the gold in her weight class, Cassandra Mitchell had as well and Heather Clearwater actually grabbed the bronze in the same class. The first two were successes while not expected, were a safer bet. The last, well, that was high flying for her. The rest of the team seemed to lack fight. It's something that had been plaguing them all year. Talent wise, they should have had a better record than 5-5 at this point. Team morale though was at a low point. That's why she phoned her former wrestling teammate at Ridgeway, Gracey Mills, before the weekend. She was up there in the stands on Saturday; she saw the whole debacle.
She had thought that naming the Malinowsky girl as the team captain at the beginning of the year would help the team transition on from the graduating class of last year. But she was finding it had the opposite effect. The privilege had gone to her head. She was always a little on the dominant side, but now she was ruling with an iron fist and it showed in the locker room. Something needed to be done now if they were going to salvage the season and even make the playoffs. Afterwards Gracey agreed to come on as an assistant coach even though she was not part of the faculty. They called a team meeting for Tuesday. That would give everyone a chance to reflect on their poor showing.
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The bus with the Meadowvale swim team pulled into the drive and wended its way through the wooded landscape until it pulled up in a clearing that featured a large ranch style wooden cabin with a wrap around veranda. Secluded within the trees away from the local populace Claire Miller had arranged to rent the place as soon as they received the official invitation back in October. It was just what they needed. They could have had free accommodation at a local hotel courtesy of the tourney hosts, but the coach felt they could be themselves here. That wouldn't have really been possible in other circumstances.
Everyone inside the vehicle was riding an adrenaline high. They had just done the impossible; they had shocked the world; they had won Molando. This wasn't just any meet with a local school that counted in the standings. As a matter of fact, in those terms it didn't count as anything at all. No, the Molando Invitational Championship and the five foot high trophy that went with it were all about prestige. The field was made up 16 different schools, the 12 league champions from the previous year plus four wild cards. Even though they had indeed won their loop with a 14-2 record, the scuttlebutt around the meet going in ranked them below two of the at large invites.
Molando Central, Ridgeway Askins, Skafferty St.Agatha's, Morganstown South, all the big powers had been there. They had all underestimated little Meadowvale despite their record last season and their bid for perfection with four weeks to go this year. The Flying V's had teamed up with her daughter Madison to take the both Free Style Relay golds; they had blown up the field. They lost a tight race to Morganstown in the Medley Relay. Bettany Foster had subbed in for Victoria Cready there, but even that could only get them the silver. Individually, the redhead had taken the 400 Individual Medley gold and bronze in the 200 as well as taking both butterfly events which was her specialty. The other two V's, Valerie and Vivien Bonner had finished with nine medals between them for free style events. She knew what she had in them; they were a pair of mako sharks in the water.
Surprisingly, Beate Bauer had finished 9th overall as a sophomore with five medals, though none were gold. Backstroke seemed to be her favourite. "I have high hopes for her, but even I didn't expect that," she mused waiting for everyone else to dislodge from the bus first; her new assistant coach Marike Maertens having been first off. The other big breakthrough came from Riley Halversson. She only medaled once, taking bronze in the 800 freestyle, but had finished 5th in the 1500 and 6th in the 400. "We haven't had a top notch distance free styler in a while, not since Zoe Onasis," she reflected thinking of her former teammate. "We'll need to work with her to help develop that further." On the other hand it had not been the best of meets for Victoria. Beyond the freestyle relays, she had been locked out of the podium, a 5th in the breaststroke being her best. If it wasn't for Beate's showing, they may not have won the meet. Still even the Cready girl couldn't help but be happy for the team success. "I may have to spend a bit of extra time with her today," as she stood up and grabbed her duffle.
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Charlotte let her fudgy flow pour out of her ass into Astrid's mouth. She loved the way her soft shit seemed to effortlessly descend down her rectal tube since she added Soft Serve to her daily regimen. It was so smooth, providing a constant tickling of her prostate. Not that her cock needed any more stimulation. Imogen was in her usual perch atop her eldest daughter cycling up and down on the latter's sludgy girth. It provided all the momentum the girl needed as she deepthroated the older woman's thick nine inches. She had gotten quite good at it since she arrived. There wasn't a pipe in the house she couldn't comfortably take to the hilt now, though she pondered whether or not the futagen had occasion to try on Gracey's tool yet. Or for that matter her nieces.
She was nearly coated in filth with only her now shaven head still uncovered. The oldest Mason thought it was a wonderful sign that the bonding between the two shitsluts was taking as well as it was. The former blonde girl had asked to have her hair removed the day after she slept with Astrid for the first time. She also wanted to be collared, again just like her mentor. The slimy duo was inseparable. Only yesterday Maria somewhat more permanently paired the two, stringing a three foot length of chain between their leather chokers. Not that they moved much from the Cradle they were both were housed in, but when they did, they did so together.
Charlotte knew that as she fed one her filth and coated her piece with more of the same, that both of them were constantly giving up their seed, surge after surge. She could see a puddle of white slicken the young girl's neck as she let the muddy shaft furrow her throat time and again. She sighed. "This was glorious," she muttered as Riley and Ingrid wandered into the indoor theatre. They both looked to be holding full loads, she could see little sludgebumps on both. "Someone feed you at school today?" she asked as her own brown goodness continued its migration.
"I," announced the eldest with flourish, "am the proud owner of the shit of seven virgins."
Her antics moved her youngest sibling to cackling and then suddenly squeezing her butt cheeks together.
"Well, ok. There were only three and I'm pretty sure they'd all been fucked before."
"Stop it!" Riley blurted still laughing. "I'm not going to be able to hold it!"
"How much did you eat?"
"Four from the swim team; I had a big lunch."
"Come here Red, I know where you can drop your load. You too Goldie," the chairwoman suggested using pet names she had given them as young girls but only recently had started to use again. "Stand here," she directed the youngest positioning her over the moving head of the futagen. "And now you, back to back with your sister." The two Halversson girls squatted slightly and spread their cheeks. "Release now, let it all out."
Twin ropes of waste flowed downwards piling on the back of Imogen's skull as it moved back and forth. "Just like ice cream," she murmured taking Ingrid's member into her mouth. She didn't do this kind of thing that often anymore, but sucking cock was muscle memory for her. You just never forgot how. She watched as little by little a moat of shit took shape on either side of the girl's head. More and more mud was added to the mound as it built up over her ears and over her crown. The former blonde closed her eyes as the deluge continued. Soon her face was encased in fudge, her only contact with the outside world being the coated cock shoveling the tasty brown paste down her throat again and again.
Between Imogen's talented mouth, the sight of twin fecal cascades completely burying her in filth, and Astrid's expert toiletry, Charlotte was being brought right to the edge of her peak. Her bowels were empty now and her daughter's tongue was lashing her prostate. Her eyes lidded, the pipe in her mouth began to throb. One hand scooped up some sludge and added it to plunging cock of her granddaughter. The other dipped into the pussy before her and pressed the love button within. She gave herself over to the currents of carnality. Her soiled girth spewed its creamy treat deep into the gullet of the entombed futagen as she began swallowing Ingrid's seed.
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"Bettany Foster?" Gina Daniels called out from the classroom door where she was talking to Sally Ann Clearwater. "The principal would like to see you." A chorus of several ominous `Ooooooooooooooooos' echoed around her as she got up and shared a grin with Maddie and Erin, whom she happened to be sitting with today. She was sure it was nothing as she hadn't done anything wrong.
"Probably has to do with the swim meet this weekend, must have forgotten a permission slip or something," she surmised as she headed out the room and down the hall with the guidance counselor."Any idea what this is about Miss Clearwater?" she asked the older redhead. "I'm guessing swim meet."
"Principal Gallagher didn't fill me in on the details," she replied as they descended the stairs. "All I know is that you weren't on her schedule when I looked at it this morning."
"That sounds troubling," she muttered.
"I'm sure it's nothing," Sally Ann replied smiling. "You're probably right, last minute book keeping for the swim meet."
"I've got phys ed next anyway so it won't be like I'm really missing anything," the swim team star commented as the pair turned down the main hall. The bell rang for next class and other students started flooding out of classrooms. The new Mills girl, Georgina, she thought her name was walked by holding the hand of Pineapple's cousin, who had decided to shave her head a few days ago. It took a bit of getting used to at first, after all she was wearing long brown dreads a week ago. Her neck was adorned with a cute leather collar in two tone blue. It wasn't school reg but Miss Clifford walked by them and didn't say anything. Bettany shrugged inwardly as the two entered the office foyer.
"Follow me young lady," Sally Ann nodded towards the back as they approached the principal's door. She knocked lightly, peeked inside, spoke, and then ushered the girl in.
Bettany saw the pixie figure of Principal Gallagher sitting on the rubber cushioned sofa to the left of the door. She patted a place beside her and the senior was guided to it by the redhead she had been walking with. Somehow, her panties found themselves on the floor as she was seated. The hand of the copper haired woman found her floppy member and began bringing it to life as each of her legs were laid over the near knees of the two flanking her.
"As I understand it, you already met our newest exchange teacher, Miss Zondo, in sociology class this morning," the headmaster pointed out.
It was then that Bettany noticed the Amazonian woman with the caramel complexion sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, near the window. Her cock bobbed and hardened in the hand that massaged it; her mouth went dry. She recognized her alright. How could she forget?
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Brigitte and Natalie Beauvalier could hear the gymnastics team on the other side of the portable wall of the divided gym, preparing for a meet they had in a week and a half. It would be their year ender. They didn't have playoffs like the wrestling team did. Everything was decided over two days. According to the local scuttlebutt, they weren't expected to challenge for the championship. There were promising youngsters, but the upper class was weak. It would be a learning experience.
The rest of the wrestling team filed into their half of the room Tuesday afternoon in dribs and drabs. The ever serious Lotti Schwartzstein, with her short blonde hair and black haired Keenan Rooney were first to arrive. A minute behind them were three sophomores, Cassandra Mitchell, Heather Clearwater, and Katya Koletova. Panda Tremblay came in behind them followed by Penka Stoichkov, Megan La Croix and finally the captain, the intimidating Rhonda Malinowsky, slurping on a plastic bottle containing some kind of training drink. Everyone was strangely silent, even the normally upbeat Keenan, whose Irish humour usually kept everyone loose. They all sensed the proverbial noose swinging in the wind.
The wrestling mat was laid out as it was for every practice. Various other training apparatus was evident as well. Workmanlike Lotti grabbed up a skipping rope to pass the time; Cassandra joined her. Both girls looked to their coach. It was if she was waiting for something. Rhonda meanwhile stood next to the caramel skinned woman, glowering at her teammates. The door opened and through it walked the largest woman any of them had seen. Short black hair, she must have been six feet tall and nearly as wide. Like Brigitte, she wore a dark blue set of wrestling tights with the school crest across her chest and the word `Coach' on the right breast. Behind her was a second figure; a blonde girl nearly as wide and nearly as tall. The familial resemblance was apparent. They both looked to be all business.
Amanda recognized the woman immediately, she had ridden in her limo. She quickly informed her two neighbours of her identity.
"Listen up," Brigitte began. Skipping stopped, brooding was interrupted, and attention was paid. "We had a couple of good performances but by and large we stunk it up against Gilverket last weekend. That's a team we should beat handily, but instead we beat ourselves."
Rhonda looked around with an accusing look on her face. After all, she had done her part winning her weight class. It was the others that had let things slide. She felt that she needed to say something, reinforce the coach's message. She had watched the other matches; she could see where the others had fallen short. She would start with Keegan, she never took anything seriously. It was time to set a tone. She gathered herself to speak and felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Looking behind her she saw that it was the newly arrived coach. She tried to step forward, but the grip firmed up and held her in place. Reluctantly, the junior held her tongue.
"We need a change and that change starts at the top," she declared. "That change will come in two forms. Starting today we will be adding an additional coach to the wrestling team. "This is Miss Mills. She and I were wrestling teammates at Ridgeway. I was good; I was best in my class in the division. She was better; she nearly made the Olympic Team. I will be turning the head coaching duties over to her. It's time for a new voice. "She turned to her colleague and nodded. "Gracey?"
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Vivien Bonner stopped outside the doorway and kissed her sister Valerie deeply. She was going to fuck her silly and she thoroughly expected her to return the favour. Her sibling grabbed a somewhat dejected Victoria Cready on her way by and pulled her into the embrace. The trio was close; they had grown together as swimmers since their first year. Around the school they were known as `The Flying V's'. Given the high profile of the team, they were about as close to celebrities as one could get.
Valerie slid her hand into the front of Victoria's sweats and started massaging her nine inches to life. The latter involuntarily pushed forward and spread her legs a bit wider as the other twin moved in behind her and lowered the garments holding her member at bay as she did the same with her own. Viv then sat on a wooden bench against the wall, pulling the third `V' down on her own stiffened shaft. As her crown punctured the sphincter of her teammate, her sister lowered herself to her knees and orally engulfed the length before her. Victoria sighed as the Bonner girls had their way with her.
"Geez, couldn't you three at least wait until you got inside?" Madison asked as she walked up grinning, carrying the championship trophy. The captain and fourth member of the relay team had also medaled twice in the Backstroke over the weekend, in addition to the silver she had been a part of in the Medley Relay and the double Freestyle Relay golds.
"Why?" Vivien asked quizzically as she found her rhythm. "It's nice out."
"Spoken like a true country mouse," the senior replied setting the prize down and stepping out of her shorts. "Well, when standing in front of a log cabin outside of Molando..." she commented dryly as she stepped towards them offering her thickened tool to the school's junior representative. Lips parted easily as she pushed her piece into the mouth of the Cready girl and set the pace.
Lorelei Schwartzstein had been off form lately. It wasn't as if much was expected of her, her best finish during the season had been 9th place in the freestyle during a four school meet in November. But at Molando she had failed to advance in any of the six events she was entered in. She was starting to wonder if she had a future with the team, especially in light of the others in her year who had excelled, Riley Halversson and Dorotea Delgado. Head lowered in dejection, she shuffled into the building, not even bothering to look at the stars of the meet as they enjoyed each other's bodies.
The two other first years were walking hand in hand as they entered the structure. Everyone at the academy knew that each had a significant other, but casual sex among the student body was also no secret. You danced with the one you were with and right now neither Kelsey Cantwell nor Carmelita Rodriguez was around. They had roomed together with Lorelei Schwartzstein in a room on the second floor once the team had arrived Friday evening. Her carrot coloured braid swung around as she suddenly swooped in and pushed her tongue in the Spanish girl's mouth. Both were a bit giddy. Though the Delgado girl hadn't medaled like the other had she had still managed a pair of top ten finishes in the breast stroke, her chosen discipline. As they kissed Riley looked around got the third of their trio and spotting her carrying her bag upstairs. She frowned inwardly. She didn't do well they knew, but she still should be down here celebrating. Regardless of her results, she was still a part of the team. "I'll need to look in on her later," she promised.
The team's second set of twins, the Zondo sisters, smiled at the quartet and made their way inside. Good enough to participate but only occasional medalists, they had scooped up the other senior on the team, the red haired Bettany Foster as they passed her on the way to the cabin. The two were all over the third, both leaving a trail of clothes behind as they undressed themselves and the ginger. For her part the butterfly specialist was only putting up token resistance, if any at all. Breonna and Breanna were doing their utmost to raise her carnal temperature and by the way they were supporting her as they walked towards the rubber mats that were being rolled out onto the floor by their teammates, they were doing a good job.
Claire and Marike brought up the rear with a pair of rookies, Mirielle Beauvalier and Deirdre Mitchell as well as the promising sophomore Beate Bauer. The two teachers had to re-enter the bus and shoo the first pair out, as they were already naked and tangled. Claire had thought they were following her but as she waited it became apparent they were `distracted'. It's likely they would have slept there but the coaches needed to make sure they could keep an eye on everything. It was only because Maddie was with the `Flying V's' that her mother allowed them to stay put. As they approached the cabin the two taller first years decided to incorporate their paler counterpart into the sensuous wanderings of their hands. Their own clothes stuffed haphazardly into gym bags slung over shoulders, they had paused in the doorway while they relieved the German swimmer of hers. "In!" Claire insisted impatiently, slapping the Beauvalier girl's ass for emphasis.
"Ow!" she giggled and reluctantly moved forward, bringing the others with her.
"Bring them in after you all had your first cum dear," Clair then directed her daughter. She turned to her assistant. "I guess that leaves just you and me," Linking arms with the Dutch woman, she guided the other through the door.
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The chauffeur nodded slightly to Amanda Clearwater with whom she was already familiar. "My name is Gracey Mills but I don't stand on ceremony. You don't need to use my last name, `Coach Gracey' is fine. As your coach explained we both wrestled together at Ridgeway some years back. We had a very good squad back then. Talentwise we rated near the top of our division, like this group here," she paused to casually put an arm around the captain's shoulder as she peered around the room at each of the others. It was as she thought. "What set us apart from the others; what took us to the championship year on year was our attitude. We were a team first. No one put themselves before the others. Everyone marched to the same drummer. Individual success only mattered in terms of how much it helped team success. You didn't see me, but I was up in the stands at Gilverket. I saw it all. What we had at Ridgeway, that singleness of purpose, the mutual respect amongst teammates, that mindset that spells the difference between winning and doing well enough to lose? You don't have it here." She looked around once again to give her remarks a moment to marinate. "What you do have is a clique filled room of individuals who think of themselves first, their buddies second, and the team third if at all. That stops now!"
It was as Rhonda had been saying to Megan and Penka all along. "I've been trying to set the tone all year," she muttered not really caring if she was overheard. "And these losers can't find it in themselves to get on board with it." She knew she wasn't the problem. She'd done her part to keep the team afloat.
"This locker room needs a culture change," she resumed having heard the comments from beside her but not letting on that she had. "What you have here now is cancerous. If we are going to transform ourselves from a bunch of individuals into a team, it needs to be a team that does it; not me, not Coach Brigitte. It needs to come from you." She waved forward the bulky short haired blonde that has been standing in her shadow. "This is Georgina Mills and she is my niece. More importantly she is a wrestler, and a damn good one. One who knows what a winning locker room feels like. You know that Warmouth-Holman team that's been living on top of the South Region for the past seven years? Georgina here has been one of their best for the last three. This would have been her fourth but for a high ankle sprain she suffered in August."
"What weight class?" Keegan asked; a question that received an icy stare from Rhonda.
"76 Kilos," answered the Mills girl pleasantly.
"76, that's *my* weight class," the team captain thought jealously.
"I was there with my aunt on the weekend," the new arrival went on. "She's right. There is a cancer in this room, someone who always puts themselves before the team."
"Time for your reckoning Keegan," the other heavyweight nodded grimly.
"My aunt wanted to name me captain before we got here today," she revealed, "but I refused. As I understand it your current skipper is in the same weight class as I am." She turned to the Malinowsky girl. "Is that correct?" A curt nod was her only answer. "I suggest we decide who the captain of the team shall be right now on the mat. Whoever loses needs to back the other no matter what. No whisper campaigns, no knives in the back. The room needs to be united. Agreed?"
"Agreed," she replied setting down her bottle, then squeezing the others hand hard as she shook it.
Georgina looked to the two coaches, both of which indicated their approval. It might seem a gamble but the blonde had watched her current opponent on the weekend. She had a pretty good read on her repertoire of moves. Brigitte moved to the center of the inner ring as the two wrestlers approached each other. And then it began.
The match was fairly even to start, each opponent feeling out the other. Holds were made, holds were broken. The process repeated itself time and again. Eventually though the Mills girl started winning more of the little battles. It wasn't much of an edge at first. The team captain could have evened it up once again with any kind of surge, but it seemed that everything she tried, the new girl had an answer for. Frustration was starting to show on the face of the Malinowsky girl. She became more and more aggressive, almost desperate in her attempts to win back the advantage. And each time she was rebuffed until finally she tried one risky move too many. Georgina countered easily and used an arm bar to flip the brunette onto her back. Try as she might her opponent could not break the hold. The match was over.
Georgina stood and catching her breath, held out her hand to help the other up; an offer declined. "We're agreed, I'm the captain now?"
Rhonda nodded sullenly, hating the fact that she had been beaten in more ways than one. The clapping for the victor had been a bit too loud for her liking.
"Good," she turned to the others. "It's time for all of us to work together to remove the cancer from this room. It can't be one or two; it has to be all of us. Are you ready to do that?" The other wrestlers thoroughly entertained by the mammoth tilt cheered enthusiastically in support of the beefy blonde.
"Fair enough then," Rhonda agreed. "Who is this cancer were about to get rid of?"
The new captain turned to her as Gracey moved in behind the Malinowsky girl and put her in a full nelson. "Why, you of course."
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Annika and Doris sat in the office of the first watching the events taking place on the large screen. Showing a view of the Penelope's bedroom, the futagen, her youngest granddaughter and the Harper girl all sat around the table in beside the kitchenette. Both cocks of the latter two were pumping their cream into the nozzles of milkers that had been placed under the table at regular intervals. The collars the two wore were secured to the rim of a round tray piled with shit. Arms around each, the dominatrix scooped fudge from the mound in front of them onto a pair of double bacon cheeseburgers and pushed them into the mouths of her slaves. This was the fourth for each of them.
"This was Wednesday?" the physician queried taking it in.
"I've got similar recordings for the entire week, up until Lorelei left for the swim meet in Molando Friday," the scientist confirmed. "According to her records Kayleigh has gained 14 pounds and my granddaughter 16 since she has had them on this regimen. I'm tapped in so I see everything she writes in real time," she further explained. "She has them feeding three times during the school day. They use the yearbook to decide who the evening before."
"And they do it?" the big blonde asked somewhat incredulous.
"Like they were born to it. I starting to think my starting Penelope on Mesmermamillin might have been a mistake," she commented regretfully. "But the data she is providing is critical for testing the drugs viability in younger subjects."
"What do you want to do?"
"I like the direction her experiments are going in, but I think she is getting ahead of herself," she revealed. "I don't want to have to break her like Charlotte did with Astrid last month, but she is obviously onto the spiked breast milk."
"Which is why you called me over today?" Doris speculated smiling.
"Did you get the unit I had sent down from Blackbridge Common?"
"You want to try it on her?"
"Why not?"
The Hanratty woman shrugged. "Fair enough. How are you liking the FeederQueen?" she then asked peering at her captain's chair. "Mine should arrive this week."
"I like it. You hungry?"
"I could eat."
The older woman smiled and stood up as the other slipped out of her clothes and lowered herself to the ground. Doris leaned back against the backrest and fitted her head into the inflatable headpiece of the seat, pulling up her legs so her calves were touching the backs of her thighs. "Jack yourself Doris, jack yourself. I want to see you cum while I am feeding you," Annika instructed. The doctor smiled up at her, closed her eyes, and began working her hardening pole with both hands as the executive pulled her cheeks apart. The Schwartzstein woman lowered herself onto her counterpart's face. She waggled around a bit feeling open lips frame her rosebud and a tongue delve into her crinkly bloom.
It had been quite a while since she had fed the blonde below her, but she had always enjoyed it. Only geography had prevented her from doing it more often, but that was no longer a problem. "So why did it take so long to do it again? Did it matter? Not right now." She sighed began sliding her hand up and down on her own thickened tool, mimicking the speed of the masturbation below. She let her sphincter expand and pushed her first mushy log into the waiting mouth. She had a lot to give today. The silver haired researcher peered down and watched as the doctor's swallowing matched the pace of her stroking. "Good girl Doris, good, good girl."
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The gingered haired girl remembered her first class this morning. Normally Miss Maertens would be her teacher. She liked the Dutch woman; she had an interesting way of making her point. She always looked forward to this class on Thursdays. But the bell had gone and she was nowhere to be seen. She was sitting on the aisle next to the small gymnast Hinata Kimura waiting for their instructor to show up. It was a smaller class so there was no third person in the seat to her left. She glanced down at her watch and when she looked up again, there she was.
She was beautiful. Smooth caramel skin, short Raggedy Ann dreads, big expressive brown eyes. Slightly taller than the swimmer herself, she was much fuller in body, nearly as large as Miss Beauvalier herself. She found herself thinking of her chemistry teacher as she stared at the new arrival. She remembered her first feeding at the spa just over a week ago. Over and over she had swallowed her teacher's filth. At first she had hated it. Gradually though, she had developed a hunger. Eventually she had cum again and again as her waste slid across her tongue and down her gullet. It was the same with others, her mother included. But her first fecal feast had stuck with her. She had gulped down the same fudgy treat on two occasions since. She was actually carrying around five of her lovely logs now in addition to the four her mother had pushed down her throat at breakfast. The teacher had tracked her down before homeroom. She could still taste her in her mouth. Fortunately for her, she didn't have swim practice today.
Deondra detected her almost immediately. She felt someone's eyes on her ass as she wrote her name on the blackboard. She introduced herself and went around the class to know them. It was then she zeroed in on her. She was a full lipped red headed girl; Bettany Foster according to the seating plan. Without a doubt, the student liked what she saw in her new teacher. "Let's have a bit of fun," she decided inwardly. The Zondo woman spent the next 90 minutes teasing the entranced teenager in every way possible. Cleavage shots with two buttons opened; tempting looks at her 43 inch ass. She used everything in her playbook. She smiled inwardly when she saw the Asian girl next to her join in on the torture. She had even gave her an extended close up on her derriere when she leaned on the desk next to her for five minutes to `help' another student, a Veronica Dimetrescu, with a `problem'. She knew something was going on behind her, but feigned ignorance. Towards the end she let a stream of her fragrant gas whisper out of her and heard a muffled moan. She stood up `oblivious' done with her `lesson'. "I'm going to have to ask someone about her," she thought silently as she walked back up to the front of the class.
She noticed the reaction of the girl next to her when their substitute teacher walked into the room. She couldn't take her eyes off of her. The woman had to ask twice, and even then Hinata had to jab her with an elbow, to break Bettany out of her lustful stupor. After stumbling through her name and a sentence about herself she collapsed back into her seat. She had it bad for Miss Zondo. The Japanese girl picked up on the latter's teasing soon after it began. She slid her hand along the thigh of the swimmer and felt it shrugged off. But she was persistent. Again and again her fingers kept returning, teasing her legs to open a bit wider each time before being batted away. But her limbs remained spread and she started slumping in her chair. Her big yummy cock strained against her panties arching beneath the fabric of her skirt. When the caramel skinned Amazon bent over to help Veronica across the aisle, Hinata made her move.
She quickly slipped her panties off and hiked up her skirt. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a jar of Beanstalk and applied it generously to her left hand. Up and down her digits travelled on the girthy tool. Bettany had completely given up fighting against it. She leaned against the redhead and gently turned her head towards the source of her desire as she continued she ministrations. She could see her getting longer and longer as her gaze locked onto the plush orbs before her. She increased her pace; she needed her to lengthen. Class was going to end soon. She couldn't be walking the halls around with a 20 inch shaft. Well she could, but the Kimura girl would rather she didn't have to.
Her organ bumped up against her chin repeatedly, dotting it with clear goo. "Open up Bettany, take it in your mouth," she heard Hinata urge into her ear as she stared at the voluptuous ass of the instructor. She tilted her head forward and opened her mouth as the crown of her cock pushed through her lips. Eyes fixed on the broad, fleshy rounds before her, she began giving herself head. In and out her pipe furrowed. The hands pumped faster and faster and her bobbing moved as they did. She could feel herself tingling and throbbing. A whispering hiss sounded, a fecal perfume spread before her. Over the carnal edge she careened. Again and again she swallowed as her balls furiously gave forth their prize.
She recognized her alright. How could she forget?
End of Chapter 68