Meadowvale Academy Chapter 86
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 86: New Arrivals and Old Acquaintances Part 4
Temperance gently caressed the hair of Ariella with one hand as she jacked her length with the other. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was just after 3:00 PM. She then smiled as she turned her gaze towards the figures leaning forward in their chairs around the boardroom at Harristone County Real Estate as they looked on. Svetlana Stoichkova, the Enterprise Manager, and Hesper Clifford, the Housing Manager, were there. The first, a short Bulgarian with a wavy platinum bob that fluffed out at the sides apparently had a long standing professional relationship with her latest conquest. The second, a recent hire she had been told when they were introduced, was a taller, wide mouthed brunette who thick brown hair didn't quite reach her shoulders. Another brunette, her hair a tad longer, her years a little less sat beside the latter, entranced by the scene. According to the blonde, she was Prudence Merriweather, more or less assigned to assist the latter as she got comfortable in her new position.
The trio took in the impromptu display of involuntary lust as the Augustina woman slowly marched the real estate agent towards her greater end. Temperance once more focused on her lover. The redhead returned her motherly look with one of desperation. "She's come so far in three days, much farther than I would have thought possible," she considered silently as her arm continued it's up and down motion. "Almost there," she smiled, keeping her words to herself as she noticed Ariella's cock starting to bead as her humping intensified somewhat. "Almost there."
The feeling of Temperance's hand as it jacked her cock, the slippery, greasy noises it made as it moved up and down on her stock, up and down, up and down had taken her to a different place. At some point her legs had been splayed over each arm of the office chair she slumped in. The Happy Pants she wore, every bit as stretchy but thinner and white in colour, hugged her gently thrusting hips. She leaned against her dark haired lover as she was studied by the three others in the room Svetlana she knew, the youngest she recognized from the town hall, but the second was new. She had been introduced but such knowledge was currently lost to her. She was so full. She could feel both her rosebud and her urethra clenching in protest to the strain they were under. She was so full. Ariella let her mind wander amongst the vines of her lust as she thought back to earlier in the day.
Each of her daughters had invited their girlfriends over the previous evening and the Reeds had gone out triple date first to Gemini's then to the movies. As always Willow couldn't keep her hands off of Kimberly Winchester through the entire film. Temperance's attempt to discipline them only resulted in her lover soaking her blouse with a load of her cream courtesy of the brunette's insistent hand. Coral on the other hand, was the very picture of decorum, at least compared to her sister. She and her partner, Katya Koletova, spent most of their time canoodling as they watched the film. A sophomore at the academy, she possessed an absolute tower of the goddesses for a cock, especially given her age. It had to be nearly a foot long and thicker than any of the Vickers women's. For the longest time they were well behaved but eventually however, their teenage horniness got the best of them. The climactic scene in the movie was accompanied by a trio of muffled groans as first her eldest roped her cum into the air, followed by the Russian coating the junior's anal canal with her pearly prize and then finally Ariella decorating her top much the same way her lover did earlier as the latter's fingers worked their magic on her piece.
The six of them couldn't get home fast enough after that. The hallway from the kitchen to their bedroom was one long trail of discarded garments of various sizes. Partners were swapped and swapped again. Eventually however Ariella found herself on her back, her legs curled up and resting on the shoulders of the pigtailed sophomore. The young Russian reamed her rosebud with her massive meat as she grinned down at her, her braids bouncing crazily on either side of her head. It was then Coral showed up with a container of Beanstalk and began coating her cock with the substance. Willow then sat on the bed opposite her sister and sunk three fingers into her juicing pink. Together the trio turned her into their private plaything and it was only a matter of time before she was sucking her own cock, the pistoning of the Koletova girl having increased in ferocity. Her orgasm wasn't unexpected, but the breadth of it was. Katya's gaze was all powerful. The girl, less than half of her age, forced Ariella to lock her eyes onto her own throughout the entire release. It started with the student pumping surge after surge of her seed into her ass. Then the fingers of her youngest beckoned forth the gushing of her pussy. Her hips thrust against both of the most welcome intruders again and again and then suddenly she was swallowing, the hand of her eldest partnering with her lips to bring forth her white deluge. Her cum poured out of her and into her as the intense stare of the Slavic futa proved to be magnetic. She had never thought of herself as submissive but for the second time in three days she had given herself over to another and done so willingly. And again she felt liberated when she did.
She awoke the next morning as the mushy middle of a carnal embrace between Temperance and Katya. At 5'8", Ariella was not short but both of the others had a couple inches on her height and were curvier in build as well. Not that she minded. The last thing she remembered before passing out was each of them commandeering one of her holes and fucking her senseless. Her slight stirring had awoken them both though. She watched as the arm of the dark haired woman snaked out and turned off the alarm before it could sound. It was 6:24 AM.
"She is thirsty," Temperance whispered to the student. "She always has a thirst at this time of day." The Australian felt herself rolled onto her back and the soft flesh that was nestled in her ass slowly began to harden once more. A familiar hand found her piece which quickened under the grip. "Let her drink from you Katya, let her drink from you now."
Holding her sleepy eyes in her own, the student lazily crawled up the torso of the redhead until her pussy was placed over her mouth. Her lips parted on reflex. First the semen of others oozed down her throat but, as always, this was followed by a strongly flavoured torrent of yellow. The Russian girl had much to give and through it all her ass was fucked, her cock was stroked. Up and down, in and out, the motion carried her further and further. Another hand, she didn't know who's, found her pink once more and she spread her legs wider invitingly. Her hands found the haunches above her as the flow continued pouring in. She swallowed it all until at last, there was no more. Katya placed her hands on her own and shifted her weight forward. Ariella felt the intenseness of her gaze overwhelm her and knew. She let her tongue scrape across the girl's perineum until it found the crinkled flower beyond it. She felt it flex and expand. Once more she relaxed her oral orifice. Her pigtailed mistress demanded it and she was there to obey. The real estate agent saw the sophomore smile as she peered into her the soul. She swallowed as the sludge from above was mercilessly pumped into her. Ariella had submitted once more. And again she felt liberated when she did.
She looked down at the hand cycling up and down on her slippery cock, down at the bulge in her midsection, her breakfast that morning, five servings of shit and piss courtesy of her lover, her daughters, and their girlfriends. Ariella could feel her both of her lower holes desperately try to preserve their seal as the waste she had fed on earlier pressed up against them. Svetlana moved her chair closer, trading smiles with Temperance before she started lightly gliding her hands along both openings. "Svetlana's hands feel so nice don't they?" the dark haired woman beside her cooed. "She is being such a good friend right now, rubbing your pussy and ass like that. That feels so nice doesn't it? Yes, yes, so nice."
The tall woman was going to draw this out a bit more yet. She was going to give the new girl a welcome she wouldn't soon forget but she needed to take care of herself first. A silent exchange between the two older dark haired women ended with the third younger one on the floor in front of her removing her panties and releasing her 10 inch cock as she lifted her hips just enough for her to do so. Moments later she sighed as Prudence steadily worked to engulf her entire length. Her eyes lidded slightly at the sensation as she looked up to Hesper. "I do think Ariella here has worked up a bit more of a thirst, she might be a bit peckish as well. Perhaps you can help her out?"
"I never thought you'd ask," answered the Housing Manager as she kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her pants and undergarments.
"No...no..." the redhead whispered. "I can't...hold it...much longer..."
"Shhhhh, Baby Ariella, it's Ok," the raven haired futa answered. "I know when baby is hungry, when baby needs to feed. Don't you worry, I'll make sure baby grows up nice and strong. Open up now, open up for lovely Hesper."
The Australian was powerless to do anything but obey. Tilting her head back, she offered her parted lips up to the Clifford woman as she docked her pink upon them. Her piss relentlessly thundered down her throat and she gulped as quickly as she could, even as rivulets of gold dripped down either cheek. The seals below weakened but she bravely held in, even as both were teased by the Bulgarian blonde beside her. But even as she struggled and fought her balls boiled below. The hand upon her tool had sped up now. She could feel her carnal energies begin to overwhelm her control.
The torrent turned into a drip and then died off but the pause was but momentary. The woman smiling down at her slid her torso upwards on her face. Her nose was firmly buried in her balls now, her hardened cock, every bit as long as her paramour's, jutted out gloriously. And her starfish, pulsing impatiently found purchase on those same open lips her cunt had sat upon only seconds before. All three fondling hands increased their pace once again. There was no turning back now. Her thrusting took on a feral quality. The crinkled bloom pushed outwards expanding her jaw and a thick rope of sludge forced its way down into her gullet. It was an endless gift she had no choice but to accept. The fight drained from her then, she understood. She couldn't choose when and when not to submit, she had already submitted. Her choices were not her own and they never would be again. She swallowed, she pissed, she shit, she came. Her panties bulged and stained, her cum surged upwards in thick globs, her throat flexed eagerly. Her balls were quickly warmed then submerged in the mud of her own making. She squirmed happily in her new reality as she filled and overflowed, her waste mounding on her stomach even as her gentle massage continued, and her seed and girl goo expelled themselves from her body in blissful waves of surrender. Ariella had submitted once more. And again she felt liberated when she did.
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Clara remembered shaking her head when she saw Heather drive the Clearwater Greenhouses crew cab up Morriston Road to the site of what would become Harristone Botanical Research. "Always testing the fence that one," she muttered as the pickup pulled into the parking lot too fast by half. Her youngest daughter had passed her driver's exam three weeks ago and once she had found out about their little soirée, she had somehow convinced her mother to let her take the truck to school so she could give the invitees a lift to their meet and greet. To be sure, it *was* more convenient as it saved some running around on her part but how she had passed the test the first time she took it was beyond the florist.
Six students spilled out of four doors giggling and in some semblance of undress as all had decided to change out of their uniforms on the road, apparently her daughter included she observed, noting the latter now wore her mauve sequined mini that she was still adjusting. Beate Bauer and Strawberry Roundtree tumbled out the passenger side opposite the big redhead, the first wearing a pair of blue balloon pants and a concert t-shirt, the latter a loose fitting sleeveless dress of various light brown shades. From the back seat poured out three more students. Penka Stoichkova, who like Heather, was a member of the wrestling team. The tallest among them, Clara had seen meet programs listing her at an even six feet, her loose fitting peach shorts and blue gartered stockings contained the bulge of her thickness about as much as her sky blue tank top did her large breasts, which was to say hardly at all. Behind her were the Randall sisters. Both faces hidden behind round rimmed glasses, the two were nonetheless quite attractive now that the copper headed woman was seeing them at close range.
The older of the pair, Vanessa, was a blonde junior who had a genuine interest in the botanical according to what she had read. Somewhat studious in appearance, both her flower patterned vest and green blouse were being unbuttoned by her mischievous younger sister Yolanda even as she tried to do them up. That the Stoichkova girl was casually feeling up her crotch was not making her struggles any easier. The younger sibling, wearing a pair of tight black leather pants that zipped from the belt buckle through the crotch to the belt loop at the rear and a tie dye blouse of violet and blue tied at the waist looked quite fetching. Her interest in plant life was more of a passing one but it might develop with more exposure. According to their files, though the family was originally American, military careers had stationed them in the Philippines long term where all three of the daughters had been born. It was only in the last three years that they had returned from the Pacific Rim.
Svetlana Stoichkova and Annalise Bauer, who had come directly from the town hall, had pulled in a few minutes later. Close behind them had been Magnolia Roundtree with Phoebe Onasis, her crush the red haired Stacey Ellis, and a dozen extra large pizzas. Though the parents of the two youngsters would not be joining them, it only made sense that they would be a part of the festivities. Phoebe and her mother lived above Mary Jane's and Stacey had already expressed a desire to be placed in the shop as an apprentice next year. It was likely both would be running into the Randall girls on a regular basis. "Yes, it would be good if they became familiar with each other as soon as possible," the florist concluded as she watched the younger Randall girl team up with Penka Stoichkova to keep her sister teetering on the edge as they ushered her inside the building amidst the others.
Now the 12 futas of various ages sat around on the padded rubber sheeting they had bought special for this occasion in various states of undress. Most of the pizza boxes were empty and several plastic pop bottles lay on the floor in a similar state. Clara felt so full. She had been before she arrived today and her supper had only packed her stomach until it ached. But it was a pleasant pain. She knew she would empty it soon enough. The redhead looked around for a place to sit and spied the older Randall girl on her back. She sighed and humped upwards as Penka Stoichkova plunged her thick 10 inches in and out of her classmate's rosebud while her younger sister jacked her pipe as she smiled down at her. By now it was obvious to the florist as to which of the two Philippine born girls had the upper hand in their relationship. "Such beautiful lips," she murmured to herself as she made her way over to the trio. "Do you think your sister would mind if I sat down?" she asked Yolanda as she slid down her panties. "The water isn't being turned on until tomorrow and Vanessa's mouth looks so inviting right now."
"Let me ask her," the younger returned as she pushed two fingers through the sphincter of the older woman into the shit on the other side, then removed them coated brown. She kept stroking with her other hand and slid her digits across the tongue of her sibling as her lips closed around them. In and out she fucked them until they were completely clean. The thrusting of her hips increased with the new stimuli and Yolanda felt the cock she was fondling begin to throb. "I don't think she will mind at all if you made yourself comfortable." Once again she repeated her actions, once more using filthy fingers as an oral fuckstick. "Yes, yes, I think she would be happy if you did, wouldn't you sis?"
"It certainly looks that way," Clara agreed as she straddled the girl's midsection and backed herself over her face. Pulling her cheeks apart, she lowered herself, pushing Vanessa Randall deep into her crevice, her starfish finding the girl's soft plush pucker. She pushed her rosebud to expansion forcing the blonde's maw to open with it. Her first sludgy snake slithered from her tunnel of filth, across the tongue and down the throat below. The short haired redhead sighed as her waste flowed from her relentlessly. Log after log shoved its way past as the junior willingly swallowed. She had done this before, the older woman could tell. And then the girl was shooting streams of cum in the air. "It was too soon for her to have saturated," the greenhouse owner calculated silently. "They'll have to build her up again." Another length of her fecal goodness slid out of her and into the maw below. "Let it never be said that I didn't do my part," she chuckled inwardly, a slight curling of her lips betraying her amusement.
Stacey Ellis had been ensnared the moment she had walked in the door. Though the attention of most of the others was drawn to the figure in the gimp suit walking on her hands and knees blindly lead about on a leash by a young redheaded woman whose seductiveness oozed from her pores, the 13 year olds attention was drawn to another. She had come in with the other late arrivals, there were five in total. Three others followed the first two, one of which she recognized from school. Froja Johanssen, recently arrived from Denmark was already being seen as seen as a potential athletic star on par with Elizabeth Cready, the best in her class. Her bedheaded long locks, streaked blonde and brown framed a face punctuated by full lips the colour of plums. Her mutli-shaded blue, purple, and pink flowered dress only served to add a bit more honey glaze to a body already soaked in it. Beside her was an older woman, with curly ginger hair done up in a loose bun that sat over a face adorned with wire-rimmed glasses. She had seen Dr. Johanssen at the clinic in passing when she had an appointment with Dr. Miller but had never actually spoken to the woman beyond a friendly hello.
Both were attractive but neither compared to the last. Froja had told her she had two older sisters, one in college and one attending the academy. "What were their names?" she muttered inwardly. "What were their names? Fuck she was beautiful!" Not as tall as her younger sibling, her gait and posture was far more graceful, far more sultry. And it was a natural thing. While the makeup of the redheaded dominatrix pushed her sexuality before her, the facial colouring of the last couldn't obscure the underlying glow of her allure. Loose curls, similar in shade to her sibling, fell to her shoulders holding within it a perfectly featured face. Her body, only barely contained in a strapless sapphire coloured bodycon mini, was curvier than the other two. Stacey could keep her eyes off of her and when she glanced her way and saw her staring, the Adderwood senior melted under her slight smile and appraising gaze. Finally the older released her from visual captivity and turned away to talk to her mother just as her girlfriend Phoebe bumped her elbow. The sudden kiss the youngest Ellis forced upon her Greek lover was deep, long, and lustful and the grinding of the two stiffened all between them.
Phoebe watched the Johanssen girl, Lilja she found out her name was, slam Stacey's head up and down on her cock as she fucked her lover's face. Stacey had surprised her by showing up at school today with a new ombré treatment, her copper red locks now fading to platinum blonde as they travelled down her shoulder blades. The braided Greek futa had seen her partner's reaction to the Danish student straight away. They were still in the early days of their relationship but the residents of Meadowvale were rather open ended in terms of physicality. It was true that some, like themselves, had special others but the sharing of affections was seen as a way to build stronger ties community wide, to be sure no one was left out. The 13 year old sat on her heels, her legs spread as the younger brunette beside her jacked her paramour's pipe at the same pace as the one plunging in and out of her mouth. Her newly coloured hair lightly rose and fell against her back as she allowed the older student's tool to free rein to ravish her orally.
Lilja hammered her throbbing love muscle down the throat of the middle schooler on her knees before her. Her geography teacher's daughter sure had a talented mouth. "What a lovely tongue she has," she mused as she felt it start to grow. Her mother called it the Linguamorph Treatment but everyone at school referred to it as the `Triple T' after the first member of the student body to receive it. Her older sister Hailey also had it but so far she hadn't had occasion to hook up with her classmate. "If dipping my prick into this talented mouth was the pot of gold at the end of that rainbow," she planned, "I'm going to make a point of introducing myself." Her pleasure centers tingled once again as the tip of the redhead's fleshy prod pushed out of her mouth and teased the Danish girl's balls before moving on to a pinker target. The junior sighed heavily and renewed her thrusting with vigor as she felt herself begin her rapid descent towards carnal release.
Her lips sealed themselves around the meaty muscle that was crazily pistoning in and out of her mouth even as her tongue squeaked through underneath searching for Lilja's clit. Stacey wanted to bring her off, she wanted to give her an orgasm like she hadn't had before. She wanted the girl to remember her come September. Yes she was older, the same age as Hailey and yes, she was dating the girl beside her who was currently stroking her own seven inch member to its cresting. But both she and Phoebe had been a part of more than a few carnal parties since they had been together. They had actually first hooked up at one before Christmas in the back of Mary Jane's downtown. If one saw a forbidden fruit hanging in a tree, the other inevitably grinned and grabbed the ladder.
Stacey could feel the cock in her mouth throbbing in earnest even as her own organ pounded out a similar rhythm within her. She noticed the smell before she saw the fingers but continued to let Lilja's pounding pole push across her tongue even as Phoebe coated it with her familiar flavoured fudge. Over and over the steely girth delved, each time delivering a delicious side dish of filth. Her pink tip repeatedly stabbed the button it had found, a groan sounded from above. More chocolate slime slid through her lips as her balls boiled over. Her eyes lidded, she began to rapidly swallow, and long thick ropes of cum surged upwards splattering against her tits as her lover peppered her with light kisses.
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Sanjeet walked up Yardley Court approaching the residence of the firm's managers. The street had but one set of buildings on it, the locally famous Yardley Brownstones she was on her way to, which sat at the end of the cul-de-sac. To each side was a small park with a bikepath that was part of a local circuit that wended its way through the community. She had been here before to drop of documents but she had never been inside. Beneath her overcoat the legal assistant had decided on a peach Godot style skirt with a cream coloured blouson. Similarly shaded pumps as well as pearl earrings and a necklace accented the rest. A peach coloured barrette held her brown locks into a bun and completed the ensemble.
Though she had been slightly overwhelmed with the invitation, Sanjeet was nonetheless thankful for the opportunity to mingle with those she worked with. Truth be told, since she took her position seven years ago, her social life hadn't exactly taken off. There had been a fling or two in that time. She had slept with Vera Bonner for a few months and then there was a tryst with the Miller sisters that burned hot but didn't last long. Company functions usually took place in the office and were shorter, formal affairs, at least the ones she had been invited to. She took part in the Christmas Cum Drive, who didn't? New Years Eve at Gemini's was always a thing, but more often than not she found herself a wallflower at that event. She hadn't even gone this year. And in all her time here she had been able to secure a seat in the restaurant during Visitation Day exactly once and that through the Millers. "Hopefully this would be the start of something different," she thought to herself pressing the doorbell.
The Indian woman could hear the scurrying footsteps from inside the house accompanied by the giggling of multiple younger female voices. The door jerked open inward and Sanjeet was confronted by a gaggle of five girls, four of whom she recognized, one of whom she had heard about. Robin and Raven Finney, the twin daughters of one of her bosses, welcomed her in. Dressed in similar ensembles of coloured halters and patterned balloon pants with sandals, each grabbed an arm and pulled her inside as the other three present laughed and clapped.
"Come on in, we've been waiting for you!" Raven greeted.
"Let me take that," her sister offered as she helped her out of her jacket. "Liv, check out the barrette," she then commented.
"That's nice, where did you get it?" the third sophomore asked moving closer to study it.
"There's a shop around the corner from Baker's Cousin, does a lot of low end craftier stuff," the legal clerk explained. "Leather and beadwork, wood, some metal. Really nice designs."
"You must give us the address before you go tonight," Robin insisted.
"You haven't met Melody yet have you?" the oldest Hardin girl queried nodding to her younger sibling. As if on cue Ellery Hardin, like her sister dressed in a flowered skirt and sleeveless button down blouse, guided the newest member of their family forward. "This is Melody Mockingbird, our newest sister," the blonde introduced as the youngest there was brought before the eldest. "She's a futagen, one of the first to be placed in Meadowvale, Mom says."
Sanjeet's breath caught slightly when she looked upon her for the first time. Hair of caramel brown framed a perfect face and fell a few inches past her shoulders. Her curves pushed against the tightness of her royal blue mini dress. Similarly shaded strap pumps crept up her calves, further drawing out her sapphire eyes.
"Go on," the chocolate haired Ellery urged the youngest. "Say hello to our guest."
She was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the girl and didn't protest when she pulled her in for a deep kiss, the pale blue eyes of the 12 year old holding her freewill hostage. Her mouth had a bitter taste to it she couldn't place but somehow seemed vaguely familiar. Sanjeet didn't even notice the other four girls disrobing her as she was enthralled by the fifth. Piece by piece her outfit, so carefully chosen, fell to the floor. Little by little the image she had hoped to present to the senior partners was discarded.
Her cock had started hardening when she first saw the futagen. The hand that fondled it now, she wasn't sure whose it was, only brought it to its full eight inches. Others reached for her nipples once they were exposed, still two more nestled into the pleasurable crevices between her legs. The four students had crowded in around her pinning her in place, turning her around, their fingers ravishing her as the sour tongue continued invading her mouth. Her hips thrust and flexed to the tactile stimuli, her tits strained to be touched, her body taking control of her mind. As the five young futas continued dragging her under, Sanjeet sank into a mushy pit of arousal.
"I see you've met the young women of the house," she heard her boss say from behind her, "well most of them anyway. The mayor's two daughters aren't here tonight. One's doing her apprenticeship, the other is on a date with her mother and Marly from town hall. Have any of you offered our guest something to drink?" she then asked in mock annoyance. "You haven't, have you? You girls! Here let me." Sanjeet felt herself turned once more as Melody's lips were suddenly replaced by one of her boss's beautiful nipples. The strong hand of the blonde haired woman gathered her head to her bosom and instinctively she began to suckle. "You've been wanting to do that for a long time haven't you? Waiting, wishing, I see how you look at my titties when you are in my office. Now's your chance, little Sanja, now's your chance. Drink my milk, drink it all."
Frozen in place the six bodies surrounding her, the legal assistant gave herself to carnal winds swirling around her. She felt herself lifted, her legs parted and wrapped around the waist of the lawyer, and then the bulbous head of the taller woman's cock prodded her pussy. She sighed around the areola in her mouth as she slowly sunk onto the thick fleshy love pipe. She was easily lifted and lowered as she clung to this island of bliss. "I think it is time to show you around," Ruth suggested as she smiled down at her legal assistant and began to walk back further into the Brownstone, each step timed to the thrusting of her cock into the deepest recesses of her underling's pink.
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Branna Rooney sat in a booth with her daughter Keegan, each on either side of her squirming niece Cynthia, her legs folded beneath her on the seat at the Birchwood Diner. As it was the supper hour it was quite busy. Both Harley Millbrook and Deirdre Mitchell were efficiently moving from table to table taking orders, delivering food, or clearing dishes always with a smile and friendly banter. The two worked quite well as a team the teacher observed as she absently caressed the red hair of her sister's daughter. She glanced down at the distressed expression of the younger and then further still at her slightly thrusting hips and the bulge beneath her skirt that was her seven inch cock. She was having a hard time controlling herself and that's as it should be. When she had a voice chat with Caera two weeks ago, the pair decided then that they would take measures to ensure that her eldest would never be in control of her orgasms. No, that would strictly be the purview of others from now on.
Her sibling had already been pushing her former son Sidney along the road to becoming a sissy for a few months now. She already wore women's undergarments everywhere but to gym class and was required to change into her `frillies' and do her make up once she got home every day. She called her in towards the end of the conversation, a sort of `show `n' tell' on the progress that had been made. Her red hair fell below her shoulders now but only just. Her makeup was a little clumsy but that would improve over time. And she looked absolutely divine in the pink and white dress that she was in. "Look, she is even starting to grow titties," Caera exclaimed slipping one shoulder off and pinching a nipple slightly causing the sissy's lips to part.
"It looks like Cynthia is ready for the next step but you can't do that there," Branna reasoned. "You should send her to me. Meadowvale is a great place to bring her through the rest of her transition. We have a great clinic here with some very smart people in it. From what people tell me it is quite highly regarded within the field. In fact, you should think of moving here yourself. Any tele-consulting you do in the city, you can do easily enough here."
"Where would I stay? I can't just pick up sticks and leave."
"Sure you can, and you'd stay with us," the older returned. "You're homeschooling Ardena right? Well, in September she can go to Adderwood Middle School. All the students, all the staff, they're futa. It would be the best thing that ever happened to her."
"Do you have room?"
"It would be a bit tight with five in my current place, but with a greater need comes greater choices," the teacher explained. "We can apply for a larger residence once the three of you get here. In fact if I know you're going to do this, I can apply now. There will likely still be a bit of a wait, but it will be shorter."
In the end Branna was able to convince her sister to move her life to the valley. There was a bit of a hill to climb with the communal aspect of local finances, but that was always the case with those who hadn't experienced it. It had been with her as well. But her arguments had been persuasive. Cynthia would arrive first, within three days. She would continue her training immediately. Caera and her second daughter Ardena would make the trip 10 days later after her sibling had tied up loose ends. The fact that she owned her bungalow made it a bit easier as they could either list it or rent it through Ariella and Bianca at the Real Estate Offices. Hopefully by the time they showed up, the academy staffer would have made some decent progress with her new niece.
The first thing they had done once she had arrived is set down some new rules. There would be no more boys clothes from now on. Now that she was in Meadowvale she would always be Cynthia O'Malley. She couldn't orgasm without permission though she could touch her boy clit whenever she wanted to. She and her daughter would always be addressed as Mistress or Mummy and would be obeyed at all times in all things. Once the ground rules had been laid out, the pair took the third shopping and then they began their work in earnest.
The teacher cuddled her sissy niece close and rocked her slightly as she dialed up the controls on the devices causing her to squirm in her seat. The first, something she had only heard about a last week was fortunate timing indeed; even more that she was able to get the installation done at the same time they had done the Flexarectin procedure two days later. Called a Prostate Stimulator, it was implanted in the aforementioned gland and could be controlled by an app on her phone. It primarily helped produce semen and increase her load but also functioned as an orgasm denial device. "Truly Nobel worthy," she mused sliding the control up to three. Cynthia's humping beneath the table became a bit more defined which only increased the effectiveness of the second apparatus aptly named an Anal Trainer. A product of Meadowvale Industries, it was a series of straps worn around one's waist and thighs like a belt for heavy hand tools. It held in place an adjustable length vibrator whose length, girth, and penetration could be programmed on the fly and controlled once again, via a phone app. She casually adjusted the phallus, currently holding a five inch girth, upping its length and depth to its maximum length of eight inches then speed up the stroke slightly causing the redheaded girlie-girl in training to moan audibly.
"Shhhhhh, shhhh, lovely Cynthia," Branna whispered holding her close as she grinned at other patrons who had heard the outburst. "Let the autocock fuck your boypussy, let it make you feel good. In and out and in and out. That feels so nice doesn't it? Getting your boypussy fucked like that. Yes, yes, it does. It makes your boyclit so hard and slippery. Look at how hard it is," she instructed tilting her head down. "Don't touch it, just look. So nice and hard. You can feel your cum building and building can't you? Would you like Mistress Keegan to play with your boyclit Cynthia? Would you?"
"Yes," the one holed girl replied weakly losing control of her body.
"Beg her, beg her like a good slave," the teacher directed.
"Please, please Mistress Keegan, please play with my boyclit, please," the carrot topped girl pleaded as she looked to the other student with desperate eyes.
"Shhhhh," the junior cooed as she lifted the front of her flower print dress exposing her greasy member. She allowed the pre-cum leaking from the head to lubricate her hand and placing her fingers around her tool, let her cousin's own momentum drive her pleasure. Whimpers and moans sounded from the shorter figure in the middle as Deirdre Mitchell approached the table.
"Good evening, Miss Rooney, Keegan?" the java complexioned waitress greeted completely ignoring the red haired girl in distress between them. "Menu?"
"You can call me Branna when we are not in class dear," the raven haired teacher revealed with a smile. "Keegan and I will take the first one you have on the board there," she added indicating the chicken burger basket on offer. "This is my niece Cynthia. She'll be attending the academy after Reading Week. You're in your first year aren't you?"
"Yes Ma'am...er...Branna," she answered with a sheepish grin, still a little unfamiliar with addressing the Irish woman by her first name.
"Happy coincidence, so is Cynthia here. Perhaps you'll be friends," she informed the other student. "Maybe you can drop by later for a visit if you're not busy."
"I'll see what I can do," she answered politely. "What will Cynthia have?"
"Do you think you can go in the kitchen and ask Norma if we can have one of her specials?"
"Certainly. Is there anything else I can get for you to start, drinks?"
"Peach vanilla milkshake for me," the Rooney woman ordered.
"Blueberry bubblegum for me," selected the wrestler before returning her attentions to her cousin.
"And Cynthia?"
"Banana. Cynthia loves bananas." The Irish woman then nodded to the item on the tray Harley Millbrook was carrying as she passed as the bell on the door of the diner sounded. "And one of those as well please, an empty one."
"Of course, I'll be back shortly," she girl with the dark crinkled bun smiled taking her leave.
"Caera, Ardena over here," Branna called out to her sister as they walked slowly through the diner. "Sit, sit, you've arrived just in time." She peered at her sissy niece who whimpered as her daughter removed her fingers from her boyclit and started to gently massage her swollen balls further denying the girlie girl. "Yes, just in time."
End of Chapter 86