Meadowvale Academy Chapter 72
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, prostate milking, 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 72: Youth is Served...Up Part 2
They stood at the front of the three examination rooms made one by the removal of the dividing walls in long white lab jackets with the exception of Michaela who was nearly naked in her sexy nurse uniform by comparison. Two of the Chikritan550Ds had been wheeled to the far end of the room behind them. A third was to their left and was flanked on the right by a pair of benches of some sort with a hole in the middle, various restraining straps, a metal catch basin below, and some kind of seat on a sliding track along the top. On the other side were three desk chairs. In front of the two medical structures were six Meadowvale Academy students sitting in chairs arranged in a slight horseshoe.
"Four sophomores, two a year younger," Rhianna observed looking down at the seating chart. "According to this, the carrot top over there is Riley Halversson and the one beside her is Kelsey Cantwell. Weren't those the names of two of Ceri's teachers?" she pondered internally. A bubbly blonde sat beside them with a withdrawn Asian featured girl with a black bob. "Olivia Hardin and Felicity Charles," she noted as she smiled at the first. "And finally Chloe Darnett and Hennessey Fitzgerald," she nodded pleasantly to the stunning brunette and the equally gorgeous but somewhat spooked black haired Irish girl beside her.
"From what Doris told me, the most stable pairing is definitely Riley and Kelsey," Owena detailed on the way over as she looked at the class roster. "They've been together the longest and they are really in love. It's a real 50/50 relationship. Both spend equal amounts of time on top. The Hardin girl is the dom in the second duo but apparently she is the nurturing sort. They've been a pair almost as long. This last one Darnett and Fitzgerald, is relatively new. I'm not sure I would have selected them for that reason alone, but Doris really likes the chemistry there for some reason. We'll have to watch them," she paused then looked to her granddaughter, "here and at school."
"Good evening girls, my name is Doctor Owena, I'll be you're instructor for your training in the DociCon Program," the scientist started. "These two lovely ladies with me are my assistants. You may address them as Nurse Rhianna and Nurse Ceri." She then turned to the last to be introduced. "And this is Michaela. She will be our teaching tool for the next few weeks." She turned to the fourth. "Twirl around Michaela, bend over, give them all a good look." The sissywife did as instructed, pulling her cheeks apart giving all the students a good look at all of her equipment.
"So let's get started," she declared as the two others led the third over to the examination bed and strapped her in. Legs secured into the stirrups, they were hydraulically shifted so that the calves rested against the back of the thighs and the knee caps push up against the shoulder blades. "The first part of your training will be Sissy Maintenance," she continued as she walked over to the table. Rule #1 girls," she noted tightening the straps on each of Michaela's wrists and across her midsection. "Always, always make sure your sissy is completely secure before removing the chastity device. A sissy should never be able to touch themselves in a pleasurable way. When and if they feel any kind of carnal enjoyment is solely your choice. Michaela here has not touched her boy clit in over three years and that's as it should be..."
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Edith Walters jacked her granddaughter steadily pulling rope after rope of semen from her stiffened stalk. The junior arched enthusiastically as Heather Clearwater layered her throat with her fudgy goodness. They had folded and tied her to a stretcher bar in one of the stalls for the barn party after a meal of lasagna and Italian bread at the florist's home. Now she lay comfortably on a thick bed of straw, swimming in her swamp of arousal.
"That's right Alice take it in, swallow my yummy mud," the sophomore cooed as she smiled at the blue eyed girl and met the others upwards gaze. "I have so much to give you tonight. It was a wonderful meal and now I'm going to let you eat every mouthful that I did."
"We all will," the girl's grandmother added as she thought back to the last time the two of them had been here. Alicia was not on the receiving end then. On that night they had actually used her to toilet train the Winchester girls. To be sure the younger, Kimberley was on her way but for Tammy it had been a complete surprise. But even the redhead had come around in the end. That was not the case tonight though; tonight her lovely bald grandchild was in her element. Shit fountained up out of her ringed asshole as the loosened Cockblocker she wore held it open while massaging her prostate. The groundskeeper smiled down at her as the girl's seed mixed freely with her waste. She was so beautiful when she was feeding.
This wasn't the first time she had experienced it but Alicia loved the feeling of her brown paste slowly covering her body. It had been oozing out of her rosebud non-stop since they pulled the plug portion of the sex toy 25 minutes ago. It was different than having others spread her filth around. It's not that she didn't enjoy that but this slow entombment under a tide of her own making was beyond sensual. Her mid section was slowly disappearing under an expanding mound of sludge. She could feel the mud lapping at the bottoms of her tits. Others had piled bales around her when they noticed how much she was enjoying her self-submersion. Heather washed her face with her piss and stood up finished, but was quickly replaced by her sister Amanda.
"She looks like she is really developing as a shitslut," the senior commented as she looked down at the junior.
"Thanks to your mother," Edith pointed out.
"Mom got her started," the redhead admitted as her fecal floodgates opened and her filling the mouth below once more, "but you've brought her along so well. The fact that you visit her after school every day has really helped in her willingness to serve. You might not see it but I'm around her in the evenings. She'll devour any shit we feed her. Mom says business is up for this time of year as well."
"I think the idea of homeschooling her until graduation is a really smart move," the grey haired woman remarked as she watched the bald girl gulp down yet another meal. "It gives her more exposure to the everyday world while guaranteeing her education."
"Well she is the only public toilet in the area which has increased walk in traffic," the student detailed. "I mean others also eat shit on occasion, myself included, but she is the only one who is a dedicated shitslut." She pushed the tip of another lengthy log through the plush lips she could feel framing her rosebud. "Mom was thinking about making the current arrangement permanent," Amanda revealed as she hunkered down just a little bit more. "I mean, she does certainly look like she enjoys working here."
"Yes, yes," the Walters woman agreed as her stroking hand maintained its milking pace. "It certainly does."
The bottom half of Alicia's breasts were under brown now. She had been listening the entire time as she munched on muck and had her cum pumped from her soiled tool. She hoped the talk was true. As she sank deeper and deeper into her lust she couldn't help but agree with the others. "Yes, yes, I certainly do."
The trio had laid claim to the 12 year old blonde girl as soon as they had left the supper table to make their way over to the barn party. Packing her into Beverly's lime green station wagon, Clara and Rosemary had fed Clover their Mesmermamillin dosed milk as their black haired driver left the girls behind to fight over places in the quad cab. Now the four had sequestered themselves in a little hayloft haven of their own. The redhead supported the docile girl as she leaned back against a bale, her thick 11 inches gliding effortlessly in and out of her Flexarectin treated ass from behind as she jacked her. She could feel the younger rancher's tool robustly plunge in and out of futagen's pussy. "Likely she was tingling as much as I am," the florist speculated as the two fleshy poles bumped into each other time and again with only a bit of skin between them. For her part the silver haired rancher was pumping her piece in and out of the girl's mouth. The tip of the latter's tongue, already mutated, crept curiously from the orifice hesitantly feeling around for new experiences.
"They certainly did a wonderful job preparing her for us," Beverly breathed, marveling over the easy fit of her large pipe.
"Agreed," Clara nodded. "Apparently they U-pronged both of them, dialing up the inflation 48 hours before delivery."
"She certainly is flexible," the other noted blowing her short black hair out of her eyes.
"I feel your tongue exploring lovely Clover," Rosemary cooed as she pulled the latter's head up and down on her cock, "looking for new places, new tastes." She took her other hand and brought it her crevice, then pushed out a palmful of her chocolate delight. "What about new smells, Clover? Would you like to smell new smells? I'll bet you would wouldn't you?" She brought her fecal deposit to the fore and began casually painting the crinkled blonde's face. "Sniff now; breathe deeply through your nose. Take in the wonderful aroma," she coached as she continued thrusting in and out of her mouth while masking her face. She was getting close now, the futagen was instinctively talented. She dipped a pair of fudgy fingers into her mouth and then made her cock a monolith of filth. The Winchester woman felt her orbs being pulled apart and then her daughter's lips frame her sphincter. As she filled her cheeks she glanced over her shoulder "Hold it, don't swallow." Tongue tip traced underside, sludge whispered between lips, two muddy hands slammed a blonde head up and down on a tool throbbing. And then surging and swallowing.
Clover's eyes lidded as she savoured the taste of cum seasoned with shit. Again and again it jetted down her throat, a delicacy of desire. The hand continued its incessant fondling as she was thrust into more furiously. Eventually the flooding of her esophagus slowed and then stopped. She whimpered when the older woman withdrew, but groaned when another set of lips locked on her own and fed her a mouthful of filth. Tongues tangled and the waste was passed back and forth. Her cock was crowned as her hair was washed with golden shampoo. She had heard about the strange dining habits of the town of Meadowvale from her friends that had been a part of the cum drive in December. She wasn't sure she would like it, she wasn't sure it would if she could find her way. But as her member fountained forth its seed and her holes were filled from below, her taste buds thrilled at the sweet bitterness they were immersed in and she realized, "Yes, yes she would."
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"Wow, not bad," Joyce declared looking at the structure. "We only gave you word a little over a week ago."
"We had a barn raising on the weekend," Vera divulged. "Quite a few showed up."
"Barn raising?" the nurse queried as the three of them stood in the middle of the newly built addition.
"It's an Amish tradition but we use it here in Meadowvale," Gracey explained. "One of us needs a barn we all show up and bang it out in a day. Then we all sit down and eat once it's up. It's reciprocal and it's get it up quickly. You really don't have time to do it piecemeal if you farm for a living."
"But you're not--"
The chauffeur stopped her question with a casual wave and a smile. "I like to keep my hand in, keeps my carpentry skills sharp."
"She does need her practice," Vera joked, "I have to show her which end of the hammer to use every time she comes to one of these things."
The three shared a grin. "Who was all there?" the redhead asked as she looked around the partially finished interior.
"The Winchesters, the Clearwaters, the Fitzgeralds..." Vera recalled.
"Nasrin Tajimand and her brood," Gracey added. "And the Delacourts. Margo makes a great cobbler; worth showing up for on its own."
"I wouldn't know, I didn't get to have any," the Bonner woman retorted dryly.
"Will you stop?" the large woman protested with only token annoyance.
It was obvious to the nurse that the two enjoyed a long standing a deep friendship.
"Where was I?" the engineer mulled momentarily. "Right; the girls will have rooms in the lofts on either side. I plan on making a horseshoe landing left back right and a pair of staircases up from one on either side." she rolled out indicating with her hands. "The kitchenette and Alicia's chamber will go side by side against the back wall. Beyond that the whole of the bottom floor will be a lounging area. We are standing in what will be the mud room. We want to put in a quad between the house and the barn once the interior is finished with half stone wall, half trellis, and a fire pit in the middle."
"Sound impressive," the Weathersby woman nodded. "When do you think it will all be finished?"
"Well, three members of the robotics team live under this roof now," the black haired woman noted, "and you have Vera's twins who grew up on a farm, so that's five who know their way around a toolbox. Plus Gerianne is no slouch for her age either, so that six. And that doesn't include any of the adults. We can probably have the interior finished in the next two weeks."
"For now everyone is going to have to share," Vera explained.
"I'm guessing nobody will be to put out by that?" queried the burgundy haired clinician with a mischievous smile.
"Probably not," the farmer returned equally amused.
"Food's ready," Brigitte called from the kitchen.
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"Can you hear me Penelope?" Doris asked quietly as she watched the resting 12 year old.
"Yes," the girl answered entranced.
"Good, good. I am going to count backwards from three. When I reach zero, you will open your eyes and become someone else. The person you will become is a beautiful, obedient girl; a girl who loves to eat shit; a girl who loves to eat; a girl who is always hungry; always thirsty. Her name is Penelopiggy. Penelopiggy knows and is aware of Penelope, but Penelope doesn't know about her. Penelopiggy is a beautiful, obedient girl. She looks just like you. Three...two...one...zero." The women watched as her eyes flickered open. "What is your name?"
"My name is Penelopiggy."
The two physicians nodded approvingly; they were impressed with the new software.
"What are you?"
"I am a beautiful, obedient girl. I am a girl who loves to eat shit. I am a girl who loves to eat. I am a girl who is always hungry. I am a girl who is always thirsty."
"Good, good. Listen closely now. I am going to give you a set of directions that will activate once I finish counting backwards from three to zero. From now on whenever you hear the phrase `Let's take a look at your research' you will become Penelopiggy. Once you are Penelopiggy you will remain that way until you hear the phrase `Good work Penelope; that's very interesting'. You will then wake up as Penelope and remember nothing that happened while you were Peneopiggy, though over time, Penelopiggy's appetites will manifest themselves within Penelope. She glanced at the other scientist. This was the moment of truth they both knew. Doris quickly reset the presentation to the start. "Three...two...one...zero. Good work Penelope; that's very interesting
Penelope blinked her eyes slowly open as she emerged from her slumber. The head of her softened cock rested against her bottom lip. "What happened?" she asked puzzled.
"We were just about to get started when you drifted off so we just let you sleep for a bit," Annika explained. "Whatever it was you dreamt of must have been quite...entertaining," she continued smiling as the girl coloured in embarrassment.
"But your back now," Dr. Doris remarked, "So let's take a look at your research."
And just like that one personality was swapped for another.
"What is your name?" the Hanratty woman asked.
"My name is Penelopiggy."
"What are you?"
"I am a beautiful, obedient girl. I am a girl who loves to eat shit. I am a girl who loves to eat. I am a girl who is always hungry. I am a girl who is always thirsty."
"Seamless," the grey haired woman approved as her fellow clinician continued.
"Good, good. Open your mouth Penelopiggy. I have vitamins for you." Annika passed Doris the three bottles and one by one the futagen swallowed a dose of Bactromin, another of Seedomil Industrial then spooned some laxative into her willing mouth. "Is Penelopiggy hungry now?"
"I am always hungry."
"Would Penelopiggy like to eat shit?"
"I love to eat shit."
The scientists lifted the girl to her feet and guided her over to Annika's FeederQueen. They fit her with earbuds and sat her down against the lower backrest in a position similar to the one she was in on the sofa. "Tilt your head back Penelopiggy, put it in the cozy hole." The nozzle of a milker unit was fit over the upper third of her lengthened cock as she dutifully obeyed. Doris turned to her more senior colleague. "You should do the honours, she is yours after all.
"How thoughtful of you," Annika smiled as she slipped off her panties and spread her cheeks. She slowly allowed her crevice to engulf the upturned face of the futagen and felt her sphincter dock on the soft landing pad. Her probing tongue signaled Penelopiggy's eagerness for nourishment. The big blonde slipped a pan similar to the one she had used on her subject under her ass.
"Jack yourself now Penelopiggy, jack yourself with both hands," Doris instructed through her mic. Once again, she obeyed.
Annika sighed and expanded her rosebud. The smooth passage of her fudgy serpent from her bowels to the mouth below married the crackling of her offering ass with the smacking of accepting lips. She glanced down with an expression of soft triumph as the girl's swallowing rhythm mimicked that of her stroking. Soon she would be filling the milker with her cum. She would need to saturate for that to occur of course. Fortunately the two doctors had planned for that as well. The Fenwell Group's Head of Research texted a short message on her phone. "You can come in now." She turned her attention back to her newest daughter and shifted a bit more burying her head further in her canyon of filth. Another lengthy vine of sludge wended its way into girl as she hungrily gorged on her favourite food. "Good girl Penelopiggy, good, good girl," she praised.
Moments later Marlena Schwartzstein, Brenda La Salle, Quinn Harper and finally Mischa Koletova quietly entered the office.
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As she lay frogbound on the gynecological examination table she was both imprisoned and liberated. Restrained were her arms, legs, and torso but flopping freely for the class to see was her four inch boy clit.
"She so small," Tiffany squeaked quietly to Olivia.
"Yes, yes she is Miss Charles," Owena agreed smiling at the student as she finished cleaning around the fleshy noodle, "but she isn't a virile young woman like you are. Michaela here is a Sissy Girl."
"Is that like Tyler and Cory?" Riley asked.
"You mean your sister and her girlfriend?" prodded Rhianna. "In some basic respects they are, but there are differences. While all three are what you call `one-holed girls' their journey has been quite different."
"Our lovely girl here was fitted with a chastity belt almost immediately and had to be trained to crave anal penetration," the scientist further explained. "As I understand it Tyler and Cory took to it much more quickly."
"Nurse Stella fucked Tyler on her first day at school and my sister Ingrid screwed her on the way home in the car," the redhead revealed.
"Is it true that Tyler took Cory's cherry?" Ceri inquired curiously.
"Yep," grinned the swimmer. "She was also the first cock she sucked and the first one to feed her too."
"And now they are a pair, is that right?" the middle Kendrick probed.
"They went to the New Year's Eve party together," Kelsey blurted. "They scarfed down a load of shit each from the Forsythe sisters."
"They share a bed at the house," the other first year confirmed, grinning at her lover's unsolicited outburst. "Sometimes they join the rest of us but Tyler also allows everyone to had free reign with Cory after school every afternoon."
"So there is a dom/sub relationship there?" the eldest asked, more interested.
"Oh yeah," confirmed the Halversson girl.
"Interesting," the doctor mused.
As Mummy Owena started to slowly trace her finger around her nipples, her boy clit stiffened and Michaela remembered the first time she had been put into a chastity belt. She still thought of herself as Michael back then but that was no longer the case. As her first scholastic edging session began she did indeed remember.
"You touched your boy clit today didn't you Michaela," the pixie haired woman chided as she felt his balls. "Yes, yes I think you did."
"Couldn't keep your hands off of yourself could you?" Ceri smirked as she finished strapping him onto the examination table the family had in what looked to be a basement playroom.
His mint silk panties lay on the floor but he still wore the green garter belt and a white stocking on each leg. They had started dressing him up for each visit almost immediately after they coerced him into regular visits. A couple weeks later they had insisted he wear feminine undergarments every day, even when he was not with them. Every visit they would fit him into a new ensemble. Gradually the accountant came to enjoy the smooth sensation of silk on his most private parts. In some ways he was lucky he wasn't that well endowed. Even though he walked around all day in the office in a state of arousal, it was not noticed. He looked forward to his after work visits to the Kendrick home and the inevitable relief they provided. True, they fed him his ejaculate each time but he had come to accept that as a cost of doing business.
He tried to keep his hands off his cock but lately it was becoming harder and harder. Finally last night, Thursday night, he had succumbed to his desire and jacked himself to a second orgasm. And they had noticed.
"We'll just have to fill your balls up again won't we?" Owena concluded as she stepped to the side of the captured money man. "But we'll need to make sure they stay that way. We can't have you cumming now that would defeat the purpose." The older woman turned to her daughter. "Rhianna, fit him with a ring. We need Michaela hard, but also disciplined."
His cock leapt at her touch, immediately stiffening in anticipation. Though his circumstance had started as a forced surrender the events of the past month had slowly worn away at his resistance, letting him sink further and further into the depths of his newfound desires. He thrust his hips and eagerly offered up his body to his temptress.
"Here we go, my love," the brunette smiled warmly as she fitted the restraint around his tiny member. "We ordered this one special for you. The local shop didn't have your size." Click, click, click, sounded the device as it tightened around his sensual stem.
And then it had started. The next several hours were a fever dream of lust as the trio of sirens jacked and crowned his member in turns, each spelling the other as their arms tired but never allowing him a moment reprieve from their carnal machinations. Fingers wandered across his naked body throughout, gliding across his nipples, tracing the rim of his anus, even as others remained focused on what they had begun to call his `boyclit'. He couldn't stop humping under their ministrations.
A clock chimed midnight. Ceri, the girl who had started it all, entered the basement with a tray of ice cubes and, removing two, applied them to his pole and pills. "Shhhhhhh, shhhhhhh," the student soothed to the accountant mewling as he softened. "We can't have your boyclit staying hard all night, Michaela. You would never get to sleep that way, silly girl." Owena then handed her granddaughter what he later found out was a chastity belt and the girl secured his sex within it. "There we go," she smiled warmly standing back to observe her work. "That's so much better isn't it?" she asked as she undid his restraints.
The two younger Kendrick's helped him sit up in the bed but as he turned to stand up his muscles screamed in pain. If not for the quick arms of his captors he would have ended up on the floor.
"You're too weak to travel it seems," Owena observed. "I think its best you stay here for the weekend and recover your strength."
"Agreed," Rhianna nodded as the other two guided him over to a toilet in the corner. "It will be fun. We can all get to know each other better she continued as she pecked him on the cheek."
"Yes, yes, better," Ceri added sitting the sissy in training down on the seat and held her hand below. "Piss now Michaela, piss for me now." The golden flow doused her digits as she rubbed the back of the secured other. When she brought them to the accountant's mouth, the not quite girlie girl's lips parted without protest and she fucked her fingers right in. "That's right Michaela, in and out and in and out. Good girl, good, good girl."
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Lucina liberally soaked Victoria's faced with her torrent of piss once she had fed her the last of her cream. The acidic liquid splashed in her open eyes, but it was a pleasurable pain, a hurt that confirmed a long wished for identity. The high school junior slowly moved her head back and forth, up and down, wanting to completely immerse herself in the golden flow as her classmates continued drilling her holes and pulling closer and closer to her release. She let herself float loosely, untethered in her pool of bliss as she warmed and buzzed. The hips lowered and she instinctively stabbed out with her tongue using her arms to pull the fountaining urethra to her lips.
She was thirsty, so thirsty, she needed to drink, she needed to devour. She had waited so long for this. She had been so shy back then, so afraid she would be laughed at if she would have made her feelings known. Her hunger now was a mindless ravaging thing. She barely noticed the sweeter flavor of girl goo mixing with urine as her pink probe desperately lashed against the slippery flesh above. Her eyes closed in contentment as she swallowed liquid mixture until it slowed to a trickle. Flesh shifted a second time. One hole, empty now, slid upwards while another, one she intuitively knew would be full, replaced it.
Once more her tongue drove forth, working to loosen the clenched valve of skin. Stabbing tracing, delving, forcing its way in until it sensed the lost sought treasure. The crevice was pulled apart more and the flesh sagged upon her face even more than it had, covering most of it. She felt the gentle caress of hands in her hair and found herself looking deeply into Lucina's loving eyes. Her rosebud expanded and the first long snake of her shit wended its way out of her ass down Victoria's throat as the pair continued sharing an amorous gaze. Her girl goo began to flow, then her balls surged forth their creamy harvest as both her lower holes eagerly swallowed up similar gifts from her friends. And through it all she steadfastly gorged on the feast long awaited, the first fecal communion of her carnal soul; swallowing, swallowing as deeper and deeper she sunk into her swamp of sensuality.
Conchita sipped absently on a juice box straw that Valencia had placed in her hand and in her mouth as she watched her friend's eldest daughter slowly subjugate the Cready girl. She had no idea that Lucina had such a hold over Victoria. Watching the first feed the second length after length of her waste was making her incredibly horny and making her own mouth water. She tossed aside the sixth empty container as a seventh was pushed into her hand and she drank once again. She could feel her bladder struggling to contain the load, but she knew she dare not stop, not with her sibling beside her setting the pace and her youngest close behind.
It had started out as a game when they were children, to see who could hold the most before they wet or soiled themselves. The winner got to make their mess on the loser. Her sister had always proven victorious. However, over time it had become less of a game and more of a need for Conchita. She had thought she had been able to leave it behind when she and Valencia had parted ways after she had graduated university and moved to Meadowvale. But here she was now today and with her presence all of the younger sister's desires had come seeping back in. And now she had Carmelita participating. She had so hoped to keep them away from his but she realized as she drained the seventh container and felt her older sibling's fingertips tickle the lips of her pussy, she couldn't stop, even if she wanted to, and she didn't want to.
"Are you thirsty little Connie?" Valencia whispered as she pressed another juice box into her hand while continuing her light fondling. "I'll bet you are. Drink up now. Drink and drink and drink. Show Carmelita what a big girl you are." The younger dutifully brought the straw to her lips and once more sucked the sweet liquid down as she kept watching. A whimper escaped her lips as her sister's massage teased her piss line more and more, making it harder and harder for her to hold everything in. She tried to do the same back but her weak attempts to tilt the playing field were easily batted aside as they arose.
"You're getting close aren't you little Connie? So close", the brown haired Spainard observed. She sat on her haunches and pulled her younger sister to her so she was in a similar position in front of her, then returned one hand to its machinations while keeping the other next to the crate of juice boxes beside them. "You want to piss and poop don't you little Connie, make your nice white panties brown and yellow. Make them nice and mushy and wet for your cock. Yes, yes, you do; mushy and wet, mmmmmm." She brought Conchita's right hand to her stiffened rod, its head just poking out of the waistband of the undergarment she now wore. "Make yourself mushy now Connie, make yourself mushy for your lovely cock."
It was a soothing song her sister sang, a lullaby of lust that her fingers accompanied. The resisting gates gradually weakened as the forbidden joys of her hidden youth meandered to the surface. A little squirt, a soft bubble, both detected by her older sibling, who kissed the back of her neck encouragingly. Her hand was guided downward where her escaping wastes were trickling out, and once lubricated, again placed upon her shaft. Her soiled fingers were started on a slow up and down pumping motion before the hand that prompted them resumed teasing openings struggling to stay closed. It was a losing battle. Valencia smiled silently as the leakage below increased.
"Little Lita come here now, squat in front of your mother. Quickly now, push her lovely cock into your crack," the eldest Rodriguez woman instructed. She watched the girl as she followed her directive with the lidded eyes and heavy breath of arousal. "That's right, just like that. Good girl." The slit she had cut into the gusset and then lightly re-sewn rested against the arch of her parent's stiff member. "Push now Little Lita, fill your panties for us, let your mother watch you make them bulge."
Mesmerized by her Aunt's quiet urging's Carmelita grunted back against the steely flesh pipe and began to strain. She felt hands, her mother's hands, grip her hips and pull her tighter to the half exposed member as a third had began working her length up and down. She chewed her lip and pushed determined to carry out the bidding of the carnal coaxing. Crackling and hissing sounded from her nether regions as her piss began to flow accompanied by the spreading of her thick fudge patty within her crevice. Her bed of waste kept widening within staining the white cotton brown. She was pulled back tighter, her mother groaning as she thrust her cock through the material into her messy creation. Bigger and bigger her pile grew as the grinding from behind became more frantic. She pushed out more of her mud in response to the one who had raised her. "She had never knew this side of mother, why had she never told her children?" Carmelita had never been so turned on in her life.
And then she heard it; first one pop, then three more in rapid succession, then finally two more. Her shit began oozing out of a newly made gap in her panties burying the head of the cock pushing into the pile. She felt the weight shift behind her as the older lay the younger on her back and straddled her face, exposing her own strained stitching as her own panties began to bulge. She needed to see, she needed to see. The student quickly reversed her position so she was facing her Aunt's lovely ass. She gripped the band of her mother's undergarment and lifted allowing her fudgy tide easy passage.
Her cock plunging into her daughter's mucky warmth caused any misgivings she may have had to abandon her. It was all visceral now; all about the need of the moment. Her desperate yearning for bliss overtook her. Both tunnels gave way piss and shit flooded into her cotton from below as well as above. She wildly thrust into the maelstrom of excrement, pushing through and finding her daughter's rosebud with her mushroom. The coupling was almost savage in nature so was their hunger and lust. The sludge had overflowed from below and oozed between them providing a slick fuck path for Carmelita's rigid rod.
The two Rodriguez women slammed together and pushed apart only to repeat their carnal collision again and again. The back and forth thrusting and the mushy squeeze of cocks in shit were rapidly bringing both of them to their peaks. Carmelita watched her mother lick the pissy gusset of her sister's undergarments as they continued to expand. She could see gaps starting to form down the middle as more and more of her brown treasure pushed out of her. She found that if she wanted to she could reach out with her tongue and share in the growing feast before her. And she did want to, yes, yes she did.
It all happened at once. One by one, the stitches popped on her Aunt's cotton granny panties and her fecal fudge started oozing onto her mother's face in earnest as the two of them eagerly devoured the proffered nourishment. The hips below hers bucked frantically and suddenly her anal tunnel was being coated as spurts of cream surged against her prostate. Her own muddy member urged on by the cum massage echoed the other's release mixing its gooey gift with the thick paste surrounding it. A hand on the back of her head softly pressed her face into her meal, but Carmelita needed no convincing. She was where she wanted to be.
Conchita gripped the hips of her youngest daughter and she thrust into her deeply, filling her ass with her seed each stroke. She gulped down the shit piling up on her face vaguely aware that another mouth was attacking the mound from above. She could feel the thick gushing against her stomach of a second orgasm. It only added to the cacophony of arousing stimuli that were currently flooding her senses. There was no place in her world for anything but chewing, swallowing, and cumming right now. The rest of her existence had retreated as her childhood had flooded back upon her once more.
Valencia looked down at her niece lying atop her mother as both dined on her waste and smiled maternally, then glanced around the room at the others before returning her gaze once more below. As she forced out another sludgy mass for her two relatives to gobble down she caressed the head of the former. She was going to enjoy living here. She was going to enjoy it a lot.
End of Chapter 72