Meadowvale Academy Chapter 76
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, non-consent/reluctance, 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 76: Sunday Arrivals: Part 3
Gisela casually watched other Ridgeway guests walk past her open doorway as she leaned back on her bed. She allowed Hannelore to remove her clothes and harden her while she waited for the Jarvela woman to return with her service cart. Amazonian Sigourney Dubois, from Vermillion Parish in Louisianna and Cajun through and through, escorted her two underlings down the hall towards her room. Little Wong Jingjing was already sporting a bit of bloat having already eaten shepherd's pie and then followed that up with a serving of the dark woman's sludge. It's likely the larger had another helping for Chinese student ready for her and then there was also the girl's own mistress Zora Stoichkov to consider. She had scarfed down three servings of the pastry that she counted, not that the professor was paying too much attention. Regardless, the blonde Bulgarian would have a full stomach to empty. With Fecalmillium added to their regimens, the sheer amount of shit that would be produced by all of them in the next couple of days would no doubt be impressive. "I wonder how far they will be able to bury her?" she mused idly as she felt her granddaughter's lips close on her cock.
Amira Tajimand followed the trio past with her slave, the Danish girl Gerda Johanssen, cuffed, collared, cockblocked and leashed. The Persian could be a cruel mistress at times. "Well, pretty much all of the time," she corrected herself silently as she watched the suffering girl flash her a look that conveyed her sexual frustration. Oh she had seen the act many a time before, she let them cum in the end; she always did. Their release was glorious, unlike anything they had experienced before. When you played with orgasm denial, the final orgasm was always far more intense than normal. She had done it before to some of her slaves and had it done to her in her youth. She remembered well the feeling. Gisela still had herself denied once a year, just to keep it fresh in her mind, but she usually went to her protégé's older sister Ellen Braddock for that sort of thing. Needless to say the redheaded student would be peeling herself off the ceiling at the end of it all.
Next to walk past were the black haired Saffron Kozslowski and her charge, the carrot topped Gwendolyn Darnett. It certainly was an odd looking couple. The junior was shorter than Hannelore's 5'6" and even at 5'8" the grey haired woman had to look up to her slave. The business ethics prof had talked to her older sister the sorority doctor over coffee after the selection process earlier in the year. According to her, her younger sibling had always had issues with her lack of height going back to their childhood. Her choice of the red shirt basketball player as a Bonded Daughter could well be a reflection of that self-perceived weakness. Personally, she thought the raven haired cosmetic science student was a beauty and may well have selected her had she not already been committed to training Hannelore's older sister Heidi at the time.
Right behind them were Zari Tajimand, her slave Élodie Delacourt, and, "Oh this was interesting," she muttered raising her eyebrows, their hostess Alanna Davenport. The latter was being pulled along in a tide of encircling arms and fondling fingers. Her top was already unbuttoned and her bra unclasped. Zari generously smeared Erosil on both of her breasts as her charge kept her mouth busy with her own. Their room was right next door. She would have to make a point of dropping by later, maybe after she had finished feeding Slave Freja. The Finnish woman did seem hungry after all, positively famished. Gisela herself had decided that the maid was for her.
Lily watched as the unending snake of sludge belonging to the girl she knew as Sofia rubbed across the crown of her cock as it made its way out of the assflower above and into the college girl's mouth. The rough scraping of feces over the sensitive area was causing her to thrust wildly into the flow which only heightened her arousal. It was a closed circuit, the more contact the head of her pipe made with the downward flow the closer it brought her to her end, the more it made her flex involuntarily, the more contact it forced her to have. Fingers pushed into her pussy and found her clit as she was stroked only adding to her pleasure. She was tingling all over now, her head was buzzing, her swallowing an afterthought, her impending bliss trampling everything else as it stampeded forth. Her senses were overwhelmed, her pink gushed forth a clear goo, her member seasoned the fudgy feast descending with a thick white creamy sauce, her feeding became automatic.
Like all of their guests, the staff of the Ripplewood Arms Bed & Breakfast had dosed up on all of the latest pharmaceuticals from the Meadowvale Health Clinic as well. Though it technically wasn't her placement, the Garcia girl had took full advantage of the availability of the pills when they were offered. As her soft brown goodness was devoured machine like by the brunette below her she found she didn't regret her decision, no she didn't regret it at all. She felt peered over her shoulder and smiled at her friend as she felt the surging of cum slamming into the muddy meal she was nourishing the older girl with. Brandy jacked the throbbing piece flopping between the two pale mounds and milked Lily's cunt for its sweet flood of sugar, grinning back as she rode the reflexive humping up and down.
Both girls then looked to the university professor sitting on the FeederQueen and the two one holed girls servicing her. Like the sociology student, the necks of the pair were gulping rhythmically as each was fed a different flavor of Lorena De Le"n. Her legs drawn up onto the cushion, cheeks pushed down onto the blonde framed face, hands holding a similar but dark haired head firm on her tool, the woman closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she blissfully allowed herself to empty. The two sophomores exchanged a silent glance of satisfaction as if to say "We're glad we could be of service. We hope you enjoyed your stay."
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Charlotte squatted down beside Pineapple and kissed her full on the lips as she fondled her stiff rod under her flower print dress. "You've been thinking of her but no one has been thinking of you have they?" she asked the hippie girl. "We'll fix that." She caught the eye of the senior's younger sibling Strawberry and smiling, jerked her head in summoning. "Your sister here is rather hard and needs to prepare for Visitation Day tomorrow. Professors from Ridgeway will be here and she needs to make a good first impression. They need to see all of her talents on display. You hear me now, all of them. Perhaps you and your friends can help her practice tonight, get her ready?"
The younger Roundtree grinned in comprehension as did Beate Bauer and the two younger Morningmoons who had overheard the request. The quartet fell upon the older student like piranhas, pulling her into their midst and discarding five sets of clothing along the way. What protests she did make were soon submerged under involuntary gasps, moans, sighs and shuddering as eight hands probed, prodded, caressed, and fondled the body become banquet. "This was somewhat of a rarity," the sophomore with the dreadlocks thought as she took over jacking her sister. "Normally if I am ever on top it's because Mom says so." She grinned, somewhat maliciously, at the flickering expressions of fear, desperation, and arousal that were flashing over her siblings face as she was drowned in tactile sensations. "But Mom isn't here at the moment."
The two Sioux girls had each taken a nipple in their mouths while the budding swim team star was churning two fingers in and out of each of her lower holes, mashing the tips against the places that would push the senior over the cliff of her euphoria. Her humping and thrusting subdued under their collective dogpiling, the four underclassers tightened their sweaty physical vice on the eldest even as they loosened her mental focus. The two sophomores saw her eyes lidding and her mouth slacken as her head moved side to side. They nodded to each other and Strawberry began shifting her position.
The tip of Pineapple's tongue absently scraped across skin as it wandered aimlessly. Her eyes barely registered the expanse of flesh above her and the shadowy cleft that divided it in two. Closer and closer it moved, settling on her clavicle and sliding backwards. She licked her lips as the crevice was widened by pulling hands. Her cheeks felt the touch of darker, funkier ones. The rhythmic fingering and fondling of all of her carnal centers pushed her forth beyond reason into raw instinct. The tip of her pink probe flicked out once again and made contact with the foul fleshy flower. She knew intuitively what lay within and allowed the brown bloom to merge with her eager maw.
The one above began to stretch; the opening below mimicked its expansion in welcome. Her body involuntarily reacted to the waves of arousal building within her as the taste of shit slid across her tastebuds and down her throat. Her swallowing fell into the natural pace the rest of her bodily motions kept as the tide of her lust rose higher and higher. And then her release crashed in upon her; she was submerged in bliss. Goo gushed from her pussy, cum launched itself from her cock, she gorged on her rapture raw even as she continued gulping down the fudge from above. "More, more, I need more!" her hunger greedily urged from within when the log finally came to an end. Her tongue probed upwards into the hole that fed her, aggressively seeking, searching, ravaging, ransacking. "Had to have MORE!" The flavor of the prize she sought made itself known to her before she heard the crackling that heralded the passage of a new snake of shit. She sighed, relaxed, and allowed her nourishment to descend. As the filth began to fill her mouth for a second time the inner voices quieted, calm once more. The inner beast that was her fecal appetite once more content to nurse on the tasty brown buffet.
Wakiya wasn't sure why she was feeling the connection she was to her primary school teacher or for that matter to the two older women that sat on either side of her. She hardly knew them at all. The one who had taken her friend's place, Charlotte she had heard her called by someone, she had seen in town once or twice but had no idea who she was. The other, she had seen at the clinic once or twice and at a couple of the competitive debates in the past, she was Lotti Schwartzstein's grandmother Annika. Though she still wore her jeans the student could feel someone stroking her hardened member through the open zipper, a different hand than before. It had to be one of the two. Whoever it wasn't had undone the top three buttons of her shirt and was rubbing something on her tits at the moment, some kind of oil. Her nipples were on fire as they were squeezed softly. Her nubs were stiff and she thrust out slightly to meet the pinching fingers.
Somehow she felt so comfortable here, so safe, so cared for, so loved. Her former principal slid forward and placed her rosebud over her mouth. The senior knew what would come next and allowed her lips to part in anticipation. She was peppered with light kisses as quiet voices from both sides buoyed her in this pool of carnality. Wakiya gave herself over to the trio freely. There would be much to eat tomorrow, but there was no reason why she couldn't get an early start now. Her tongue traced the creases in the fleshy blossom before her as the three intoxicating scents of the women around her intermingled pushing her lust down its path to freedom. A hand worked up and down on her stiff and greasy piece. Lips closed over her right nipple as fingers continued twisting her left one. The crinkled object of her desire bloomed outward revealing the first signs of her fecal feast. The raven haired girl sighed as she guided it into her open mouth and began to swallow, her arousal and appetite one.
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The quiet humming, hissing, and siphoning of the pumps, sextoys, and refrigeration units formed a soft background chorus below the crackling of filth slowly descending from stretched sphincters and the smacking of lips that dined on the muddy delicacy as it oozed between them. Cameron and Madison had removed the oral spreaders from both Hayden and Erin after the four older women had finished feeding and left for the evening. Each of them had spent over 30 minutes emptying themselves into the two restrained seniors. Between the feeding cocks and the fresh waste that the quartet had dumped into them it was obvious even to their classmates that they had become true shit sluts.
Maddie peered down between her legs as she started pushing a second gargantuan worm of fudge into Erin's mouth while lazily stroking herself. She wasn't sure if she could fill her up as much as Sally Ann had, she wasn't sure if anyone could. The redhead had wasted no time and little pity on her friend, mercilessly ramming log after log down her gullet. And judging by the rising tide within the tank below which was neck high now, it was going in one hole and exiting out another. She could hardly see her face beneath the sludge but the doctor's daughter could only imagine that her blonde friend must be at peace in her private little palace of mud. Her swallowing was relaxed there was no tension in her body, only a gentle rhythm like waves lapping against a shoreline as more and more of the soft brown mushy meal she was feeding her worked its way down her throat.
The black haired girl felt the crown of her piece bump the bottom of her chin as her ball built their load. She was nearly finished nourishing her classmate, she wanted to cum as she forced the last of her filth into her. She reached down and scooped up some of the slop and coated her member with it before jamming the soiled head into her mouth. The taste pulled her into a different level of lust. Gone, at least for the moment, was any sort of consideration for the blonde beneath her. All that mattered right now was her need for release. Her hands sped up on her rod her tongue flickered desperately, with a grunt she hunkered down on Erin's face even more. She steamrolled the gullet below with a final ferocious wave of her waste as cum exploded from her cock and mixed with the shit already there, coating her tastebuds with a tangy tan cream.
Cameron wasn't quite as full as her counterpart and had finished feeding Hayden her shit a short time ago. As such she had moved onto the next page of the instructions the others had left for them. The head of the 17 year old had been re-adjusted so it was facing forward once more and as such the waste within the tank was lapping at her bottom lip as she relaxed in the sludgy filth. The hose of the feeding cock had been removed the supply of face paste from Serendipity's and was now attached to a valve on the back of the unit the Millbrook girl was restrained in. The latex piece itself sat in a holder that extended its head over the top of the girl's scalp with about two inches of clearance.
The older girl cleaned the swimmer's goggles on her head and checked her vitals. So far she had done quite well in that regard. The Carettathol booster was proving effective. But even she knew that this triumph was limited by the knowledge that the true trial had not yet taken place. "I want you to see everything Hayden, everything." She glanced at the hoses connected to her charges nipples and cock. She watched as they siphoned the fluids of her lust from her even as her tongue slid out and scooped up what brown goodness it could reach. It made her hard, she needed to empty her balls and soon. The Wellesley girl willed herself back to work and slid the clear 14 inch plexiglass extender panels into place. And it was a good thing too. The steady intake of shit coupled with the multiplying effect of the Fecamillium had pushed the level up a bit more. Her friend had to but part her lips now to snack on her new favourite food. It was time. Cameron was as horny as hell and it was time.
She pushed her glasses up on her nose, walked around to the back of the unit, opened the valve and flipped a switch. She smiled as the pump began pushing waste up the hose from below. "It's time to make you beautiful once more, lovely Hayden. Time to bath you in mud." She twisted the nozzle on the feeding cock open to its maximum and looked down into the container as a steady deluge of shit poured over her classmate's head. Down the side of her skull it oozed completely coating her in with its sensual sludge. Across her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, into her mouth. Already swallowing due to the rising tide below, the arrival of this new nourishment from above only caused her to redouble her efforts.
Even from behind her goggles Cameron could see that the girl was floating on a cloud of bliss, eyes glazed over as she fed on filth while her fluids were harvested. The daughter of the clinic administrator looked at her own thick 10 inches, hard and dripping and once more at her friend. "Screw it," she muttered climbing up on the apparatus "It's not in the booklet but if you can't experiment, why play doctor?" As the shit continued covering the head of the Millbrook girl, the brunette placed her knees on the seating pad she had recent sat on and sunk her ass into the pool of brown muck below. The added mass caused its level to increase immediately to the restrained student's nose, but it didn't matter, she knew were her mouth was.
Cameron Wellesley grabbed the back of Hayden Millbrook's browned head with one hand and pushed her cock through the submerged lips and began slamming her beef in and out of the girl's throat. The feeling of her beast sliding across a thin layer of shit, force feeding it as she did so only encouraged her ruthlessness. She scooped some of the surrounding slop into her mouth, smearing some on her face as she did so. She was beyond caring about appearances. Her hand returned for a second serving then a third, a fourth and her cock continued ploughing its furrow through the fudge. "You've been cumming all night, all night sweet girl," she muttered between mouthfuls. "Now it's my turn...My...turn."
She increased her pace even more as the levels rose yet again. The goggles were slowly going under; Hayden would be in the dark soon. As if on cue Cameron felt the tongue of her friend caress the underside of her raging beast coaxing forth her lust to heights she could no longer deny. She groaned as her seed shot out of her salvo after salvo, painting the brown passage suddenly white over and over. Unnoticed in the background, amidst the violence of release, another lengthy log of muck wended its way out of the Wellesley girl's stretched rosebud. As she locked gazes with the girl fast being buried under the constant flooding of shit, her lidded eyes flickered a single emotion just prior to their submersion: satisfaction.
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Sigrid and Violet weren't sure if the mounding of shit on Bettany's face was a deliberate act on her part, on Camisha's or simply circumstance but just prior to their release they shared a look and decided they could not pass up the opportunity. They thrust the heads of the girls they were ramming their cocks into forward into the mushy pile as one as they filled their pussies with cream. Both of the dark Swedes sampled the proffered sludge prompting their balls to boil over almost immediately, which in turn deepened their appetites.
But it was evident by the pace of flow that the Zondo girl was nearing empty. "Fortunately for my two girls," their mother mused inwardly, nodding to her colleague, "I am quite full." She pulled out of Maya just as one senior dropped her last length into the other and quickly switched positions. "My daughter has a place you can put that," she commented to the girl she replaced glancing at her stiff member. "And while you do that, I'll pick up where you left off."
Back and forth it went. A lengthy stay in the armchair with her back to the others allowed the Swedish landscaper to provide Bettany with her second muddy meal on the night and Maya and Inge with their first. Violet would take their place, nourishing the trio once more, and somewhere along the line a phone call would be made. The Foster girl had saturated long ago. Her waste had mounded within, then overflowed from the waist and leg bands of her panties. It was even pushing up through the hole her girlfriend had made, lubricating her hand with slimy brown paste. She was making a most welcome mess on the lining that was laid down for her prior to her fudgy banquet. It was then that Violet pulled out her cellphone and sealed her buttplug for the evening. There was enough here to mummify her now.
The quintet lay the sixth on the floor and commenced smearing shit lovingly over her body, careful to brown every freckled piece of Bettany's skin while continually pumping cream from her cock. Each of the two Nilsson daughters then took their turns above the redhead's willing lips. The senior would not be denied her repast. Throat flexing rhythmically, she devoured log after log from the two younger girls, the sight, the smell, the taste of their shaded tone, like their mother's, like her lover's, her private aphrodisiac. She savoured their fecal filth as it wended its way from their generous assflowers through her lips, across her tongue and down her throat. Planting season was going to be starting soon. She was going to enjoy working at the greenhouse so much, so very much.
Some time later...
She should have seen this coming. She should have suspected something was off, even in her moment of triumph. She should have suspected.
There had been but a short reprieve before a honk from the driveway indicated that the one who had introduced the two seniors had arrived to pick up her daughter.
"Can Bettany sleep over tonight Miss Foster?" Camisha asked the woman as the girls cleaned up the soiled senior. "I'm sure Mom will think its fine. The rest of my family will too I'm sure," she added as she caressed her friend's cheek. "And we can go in together in the morning."
"Sure," the wavy haired brunette answered. "I'm fine with it. I can pack a bag for her if you wait a couple of minutes. I'll just double check with your Mom as I do," she further explained pulling out her phone as she started towards the bedroom.
Bettany's panties were a write off but a short time later she was clean once more and wearing a cotton dress that did little to hide the stomach bulge she was sporting beneath. There was a bit of small talk and the trio had gotten up to leave but stopped when the youngest spoke up.
"Mom, I think I need to go again."
Sigrid looked to Inge who wore an expression that was at the same time apologetic and amused, then glanced over at Maya who also nodded.
"Very well. Don't make a mess, we just tidied her up and she is getting in someone else's car," the mother warned her children. Camisha pushed down on the her girlfriend's shoulders and she immediately dropped to her knees, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth. The first Nilsson girl backed over the ginger and quickly pushed three sludgy snakes of shit down her throat. Her older sibling followed that up by feeding her four more and the bump beneath the garment grew noticeably.
"I may as well add a bit more," the parent of the two younger students declared somewhat resigned as she placed her rosebud over the willing mouth of the Foster girl. "It's lucky we have her completely locked down in the cockblocker," she pointed out as four more pasty worms slithered into the redhead's mouth and her midsection expanded yet again. "There all set." The two adults helped Bettany to her feet and her lover grabbed up the nightbag as the quartet started out the door.
The fragrant wall of lust that she walked into when her mother embraced her in the driveway caught Camisha by surprise and caused her to melt almost immediately. Her parent's tongue pushed into her throat as she pulled her in tighter forcing her to breathe in the scent that was peeling away her inhibitions. A part of her knew exactly what was happening, but none of her could prevent it now. Bettany was strapped into the front seat by the two landscapers as Deondra guided her eldest daughter to the back. Once inside the vehicle the teacher pulled her child's panties off, sat her down on her lap and pushed her foot long flesh into her steaming pussy. Seconds later her blouse undone, her bra unhooked and the senior's lips firming attached to her right nipple. The tall woman gently stroked the hair on the back of her head as Mesmermamillin laced breast milk was suckled from her teat.
"I guess that means I'm driving?" Violet suggested with a grin getting in the driver's side.
"Might be a good idea," agreed her dark skinned passenger smiling back and giving her the address.
"We need to talk anyway," she went on, backing out of the driveway. "Your daughter wants to apprentice for us this spring. We need the help, there is a lot of new building going on, but you know how it is, there will be forms to sign..."
Camisha sat in the bathtub her head wedged firmly in place between her mother's 37 inch tits, her mouth pried open by an oral spreader. She had saturated some time ago and her cum was casually pumped from her by the firm hand of her parent. She had been the first to feed her but now ensured others would be able to do the same. And they had. Her sister and two cousins had been next. Her Aunt Jerrika and her smothering 46 inch ass followed the trio of students. The amount of mud that was oozing out of her anal canal and into the tub had buried her balls in brown and was lapping up against her slippery stalk. The slime was providing a wonderful lubricant for the fondling fingers on her pipe. A layer of filth had also worked its way between the two Zondos and was providing a slick track that had Deondra's cock throbbing as her daughter's humping pushed her body up and down against it.
To be sure, she was no stranger to being on the bottom but up until tonight they had been distant cousins at best. As Bettany emptied herself into the mouth originally unwilling, unasked but now untroubled her eyes, long lidded, gazed up at her lover. She had been the source of her nourishment so many times in the past weeks, this was the first time she had been hers. Her swallowing had become regulated with her thrusting and surging, her rhythm of lust was complete. The doorbell rang and Kenisha rose to answer it, returning moments later with her girlfriend's mother...and others.
"Hello again," Violet Foster greeted, "I had a bit more in me and I wasn't sure if you had eaten yet so I thought I'd just stop over and you know...give you a snack." She moved further into the bathroom allowing more place for those behind her. "I met friends on the way. This is Sandra Ellis and Hailey her daughter, you know them from the academy I'm sure. This is her youngest Stacey, she'll go there next year, and this little one is her girlfriend Phoebe Onasis. Finally, this is Zoe, Phoebe's mother." She paused momentarily and then turned to Deondra. "Oh, I nearly forgot. I talked to the Rooneys, they are on their way."
The geography teacher nodded to her educational counterpart quickly lowering her jeans and stepped out of her panties. She strode over to the side of the tub and smiled down at the oldest girl admiringly as she rhythmically gorged and surged. The flow of filth was passing directly out of the ass of one girl and into the mouth of the other. "Is that the new model, the one you can connect to the anal ring of the cockblocker?" she asked referring to the apparatus holding Camisha's jaw open.
"One and the same," the short haired woman confirmed watching her first born eat.
"Have you tried it out yet?"
"Earlier, before you got here, I fed her."
"No, I mean the other way."
"Other way?"
"Here let me help," the redhead offered stepping into the tub over the face of the hazel skinned senior.
Deondra felt her nipples get squeezed. "Ow!" she yelped. Things moved quickly. Her sister Jerrika had moved in behind her unseen and slipped the oral spreader into her mouth before she could stop it. A few quick twists and her lips were forming a large metal induced `O'. Her younger sibling held her firmly in place with a hand on her forehead as the crevice above slowly lowered itself onto her face. She could see that Sandra had the corresponding matching piece pushed into her gapped rosebud and through it the advancing fecal tide.
"I know we've seen each other at school and even said hello in the staff room," Sandra declared, "but we really haven't been properly introduced." A slight twist and a click told all three that the two pieces were locked together. "It's nice to meet you Deondra," stated pleasantly as her sludge slithered through the metal framework and down the other's throat. She leaned forward pressing up against the Foster girl, a tangle of ginger locks. Her hand found the 18 year old's cock and began stroking. As her shit continued wending its way downwards she murmured dreamily "Yes, yes, it is so nice to meet you, so very, very nice."
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She had looked positively regal feeding the Finnish woman as she sat on the FeederQueen. Her back was straight, her general posture imperious. Gisela knew the illusion was fragile, she knew little tricks she could employ to turn her granddaughter into a quivering mass of erotic servitude once more. A touch here, a fondle there, a pinch, a caress. But she went into this weekend wanting to instill some dominance into the girl's demeanor. She needed to develop it if she was going to be successful as a Mistress Mother. She had been a wonderful Bonded Daughter to the old woman these past two years, but that time was coming to an end. She needed to move on. She had decided to begin her education by showing her how to properly command and control a slave when it came to giving her oral pleasure.
"Place your hands on the back of her head, just like this," the 68 year old instructed the blonde girl interlocking her fingers in Freja's red hair. "Grab now, tightly. Pull a little bit on some of it; she needs to know you are in charge. See the look in her eyes? That is pain. A little is ok, but not too much; just enough to show her that her place is on her knees." Gisela tilted the Jarvela woman's back a bit. "Give the order."
"Open," Hannelore said timidly, almost questioning.
"No, no, my sweet girl," her mentor tutored. "More force, more gusto, and with authority. It doesn't have to be loud but it must be unquestioning. There can be no doubt in your Bonded Daughter's mind. She must understand immediately she needs to obey. Like this. `Open.'" She smiled at her, eyes instinctively gleaming predatory. "Now you try, look her in the eyes, make sure you have her undivided attention, then give the order."
"Open," the youngest Blumenfeld repeated gripping the red hair between her squeezing fingers, this time with more confidence. A flash of fright skittered across the Finnish woman's face as her lips parted on command.
"Good, good, now pull her onto your cock, all the way on, until your balls hit her chin," the professor further instructed. "Don't let up if she starts to gag. She knows to swallow. She'll adjust as she needs to." She watched as her charge did as she was bid, forcing her hardened piece into the depths of the slave's throat. "Well done, now start pistoning, pull her on and off of your rod. Don't guide her with your hands, lead her, don't suggest, command."
Hannelore, though nervous, was also getting aroused. Her movements though tentative at first quickly gained a firmness, a surety of purpose. "Good, good, talk to her now, tell her what you want, she is yours to command right now. Do you want to feel her tongue on the bottom of your cock? Tell her."
"Run your tongue along the bottom of my cock Miss," she squeaked aggressively immediately realizing her mistake.
"Always use the correct honorific, for her it's slave. You do not even have to add her name if you do not want. Slave will do."
"Run your tongue along the bottom of my cock slave," she tried again with more force and more success. She groaned and sped up as she felt the fleshy tip massage the undervein. Her pumping became more ferocious as her thoughts became focused on her building orgasm and other considerations faded into the background. The moist sglitching sound of Hannerlore's cock plunging through the ruby lips before her only quickened her climb to ecstasy. Instinctively her body knew she needed more leverage and reacted. She pushed Slave Freja onto her back without ever leaving her mouth, following her down until her knees straddled the woman's neck. There was a malicious glint in her eyes now, borne of sheer animalistic desire. She held the gaze of the other whose courage had receded as her Mistress had become more emboldened. Her nostrils flared in aggression and she resumed rapidly hammering her pipe into the oral depths beneath her.
Though the move was unexpected, Gisela had to nod in approval. "She is beginning to understand," she mused inwardly watching her granddaughter relentlessly facefuck the maid from her chair. Her expression had slowly changed over time from timidity to wonderment to hopefulness and now to dominant expectation. Up and down her cock slid. Back and forth her hips flexed. The older woman moved in beside the student and looked over her shoulder. "You see how her face is slackening, how the resistance is ebbing from her? She understands now. Her only purpose in this moment is your pleasure. Her only purpose right now is to serve you." Hannelore groaned as the tongue below crept out and licked her balls.
She had been close to the edge to begin with and this latest stimulus pushed her away from whatever mental handholds she may have had. Her seed rocketed up her length and gushed into the mouth of the Finnish woman as she robustly slammed her piece down her throat. "Ja! Ja! Ja! Ja!" the younger Blumenfeld screamed with each surge reverting back to her native German. The girl had never felt like this before, she had never been here in this place, this place where *she* was in control. It felt so good, so wonderful. The thought fluttered through her mind that someone had once told her that `Power was its own aphrodisiac.' Her balls gave up the last of her cum and she pulled out, moved up, and allowed her bladder to open. As she liberally soaked Slave Freja's head with her piss she nodded inwardly "I now know what they meant."
Gisela observed her transformation of the blonde girl formerly shy but she knew it was not yet complete. She had found her inner dominance, of that there was little doubt. The 68 year old would see it honed to a sharp edge over time but this was a promising start. Still, there was more to being a Mistress Mother than that. "A parent needs to nurture their children," she noted silently. "Hannelore would need to learn this lesson as well. It was essential she did. A good Mistress Mother had that balance. She could discipline her daughters, but at the same time she needed to be able to develop them. Her charges had to regard her with reverence tinged with fear and respect coloured with love. She would need to instill both within. And it was the professor's duty to teach her how to do these things.
"Gentle dear, gentle now," she cooed as the girl tightened her grip on the slave's hair. "She will obey, she understands. She knows her place. Be gentle." She covered the student's hands with her own and loosened her fingers, then used them to caress the ginger locks they had so recently pulled upon. Her face was next, forehead, cheeks, lips, mouth, Gisela taught the girl the impact that little loving touches can have on a freshly dominated slave. How such small things can deepen the emotions that tie slave to mistress and cultivate their willingness to obey. "To the throne now, guide her to her proper place. Nourish her there."
She had looked positively regal feeding the Finnish woman as she sat on the FeederQueen the Blumenfeld matriarch recalled as another of her lengthy brown snakes slithered into the mouth below. Hannelore's back was straight, her general posture imperious. Slave Freja's throat had flexed in rhythm with the nozzles that sucked on both her cock and her nipples. Pushing log after log into the maw of the maid, hints of fluidic release gave way to full-fledged saturation as the siphoning pumps on the cart pulled forth cream of two kinds. The blonde sophomore was slowly realizing the possibilities that lay open for her. Gisela guided the head of her Bonded Daughter up and down on her thick 11 inch cock as her filth continued oozing into the Finnish woman's mouth and the machines harvested the latter's juices relentlessly. "Yes," she smiled down at both, "this was a wonderful beginning to her granddaughter's training."
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"It's not like we didn't expect something like this," Stella commented sipping her coffee as the four sat around a nearby Chikritan550Ds using it as a table and sipping coffee. They four had entered quietly and now looked on unnoticed. Cameron Wellesley was slumped over the nearly submerged head of Hayden Millbrook, a sludgy tit on either side. Oral spreader in mouth, she swallowed methodically as the feeding cock that had been attached to it pumped load after load of filth down her throat. Her hips flexing forwards and back told the story of her saturation and the continual thick rope of mud mounding behind her told a similar story of a different kind of fullness. Madison Miller was in a similar position overtop of Erin Avery, the latter all but invisible beneath the waste. Like their bound counterparts, the arms of the two dark haired seniors who had been left in charge, were now restrained, though the straps were improvised. Instruments tracking their vitals had also been added to the array.
"They look so docile now don't they?" Sally Ann pointed out as she shifted slightly to raise her dress and slump in her chair.
"They were halfway there when we checked up on them," Joyce agreed. "Binding the arms and getting the spreaders on them had been child's play."
"True," Evelyn nodded unbuttoning her lab jacket. "Once they saturated all they wanted to do was cum."
"Let it never be said we don't aim to please," the red headed nurse joked as she too started shedding her clothes.
"The readings are quite consistent," the Cantwell woman noted checking her tablet then setting it down. The four older watched the four younger floating lost in their collective shit inspired bliss and it was having an effect. Like the others, Stella had been ridding herself of her garments as she looked on. Now she dragged Sally Ann onto her lap and slowly sunk her 11 inch pipe into her rosebud before slipping her hands around the other's throbbing member. She kissed the back of her neck and whispered, "Let me help you with that."
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Annalise had been looking forward to this for a while. She had always admired the curves of Chimaka Morningmoon's body but had never had the opportunity to explore them first hand. Tonight however had provided the chance to cross one of her fantasies off of her list and she wasn't going to miss it. When she saw the eldest Sioux woman harden at the sight of her daughter feeding from the ass of the schoolmarm across the room the German had wasted no time sliding her chair into a position beside her. Nestling a tit on either side of the contractor's shoulder blade she reached in and found her firmed flesh. Her fingers danced up and down on its length as the black haired woman carried on her erotic voyeurism and gently humped against their caress.
Her other arm curled in from behind and the two hands quickly removed the garments separating them from their target. The cock now freed sprung to life as eager digits fell upon its length. Even as she was stroked by one, the two others worked to re-position her on the floor facing the ceiling. Now vulnerable, lubricant was smeared on her palms and they too were added to the fondling fingers as she felt the bureaucrat's steely rod push through her sphincter. Slowly it sunk in, implacable in its advance, not willing to be denied. Once she found her bottom, hands and shaft synched up in rhythm and the pair's mutual climb to bliss began.
For her part Molly McFadden was not about to let a mouth in prime position go to waste. She had eaten enough pizza for two. She knew she would be sitting her Scottish ass on someone's face before the night was through but she had no idea whose it might be. She had thought it might be one of the younger girls in the center of the room, but they currently seemed quite preoccupied with Pineapple Roundtree. She had been told that the Halversson girl was quite the talent when it came to toiletry but she was across the room and her sister was closer anyhow. No, not only was Chimaka Morningmoon pointed in the right direction she lay right next to her. Her sister Nawaji had detailed the feeding practices of the household as the two of them leaned against the truck and drank thermos coffee the other day. She swung a leg over the Sioux contractor's chest and backed herself over her face. It came as no surprise when she felt the pink tip of a probing tongue paint her crevice. She settled her rosebud on the woman's pliant lips and relaxed, letting her filth work its way down her anal canal on a journey to a new home, enjoying a newly discovered fringe benefit of their partnership.
Marjorie had slid down from her perch on the couch to sit to Ingrid's left as Brody copied her move on the other side. Each of the Scottish beauties made sure that the erstwhile curiousity of their fingers was well served as they adjusted their positions. By the time they had arrived at their destination the girl was a gelatinous mass of horny. The shoulder straps of the senior's flower print dress lay by her waist and the hem had similarly been bunched up to provide access. Stiffened nipples begged for continued attention, juices leaked from both pussy and cock but all would be momentarily denied. They laid her on her back and folded her legs over, pointing her rosebud upwards. Each of the contactors placed themselves at one of her willing entrances. Aunt and niece shared a smile between glances at the teenager become erotic prey.
The oldest Halversson girl had surmised that when she and Pineapple had arrived this afternoon there was a chance that at some point sexual shenanigans would ensue. When the trio of seniors walked in the house to see a room full of amorous futas barely hiding their impatient arousal behind pizza, beer, and soft drinks, the blonde knew it was a given. At that point it was simply a matter of finding a place near the ones she most wanted to tangle herself up with once everyone's inhibitions left the building. She didn't know the McFadden's well, not even Brody had been at the academy when she was, but she had seen them around town once or twice. They weren't cute, that was too innocent a word. Beautiful implied something that was not as functional as it was pretty. There was a lot of beauty among them, even the grandmother whom she remembered from her time at Adderwood. But she was of the distinct impression that there was just as much knowledge of all things carnal within as there were lust inspiring physicality without.
She willingly became their plaint sex toy as they bent her body this way and that preparing for their sensual conquest. Her legs were folded back against her and pinned beneath her armpits. She had grown used to this and had done daily aerobics precisely to make her body more flexible. No longer did her muscles scream in protest in this position, rather all she felt was a pleasant warmth of anticipation. She knew what was coming. Brody was already plying both of her lower holes with three lubed fingers each, moistening, loosing, slickening. One of the Morningmoon women approached and kissed the blonde Scot as she knelt beside her and whispered in her ear. Marjorie's crinkled assflower slid back towards her welcoming mouth as she pulled her crevice apart and Ingrid's view of everything else was cut off. She smacked her lips and slid her tongue along the bottom of her fleshy canyon until she found the older woman's bloom. It began to expand and she pulled the orbs down so she could form a seal. Her banquet was about to begin. It was at that time the digits below abandoned her but as the first sludgy worm passed over her tongue on its way to her stomach two large firm fuck pipes replaced them, a hand closed around her own and the three started to pump in unison. Her eyes lidded, she swallowed again and again. Dinner was served.
End of Chapter 76