Meadowvale Academy Chapter 89
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 89: The Past Remembered, the Future Revealed Part 2
"Let me call Miss Onasis to see what she says," Desiree Van der Damme cautioned Janneke pulling out her phone. "I've got no objections. I think it will be good for you, but we have to see what Phoebe's mother thinks too." She glanced over to Cassidy O'Conner, who sat astride the upturned face of Kirsten Bergheim filling the stomach of the young German girl with her filth while at the same time burying her meat into the anal passage of Phoebe Onasis. "Who is picking these lovely young things up?"
"Freyja Huld," returned the other woman.
"Huld...Huld..." the brunette puzzled recognizing the name but momentarily unable to place it.
"Gerdur Huld, the town librarian," Cassidy prompted, "she's her oldest daughter."
"Right, right," the Belgian futa nodded feeling the jaws below her work her fecal fruit down. "She's taking over for Roberta at the academy right?"
"That's the one," her counterpart confirmed.
"I've been told she's a Nordic beauty," the interior decorator divulged.
"She is, I've seen her," the teacher corroborated. "Tall, black hair, big cock. There's a sister and a daughter too."
"And she is picking these two up?" Desiree queried.
"In about 20 minutes," the Irish woman revealed. "Some kind of thing at the library."
"So Janneke was telling me. She wants to go with, her and Phoebe here."
"They've been together all day; assigned to her from what Lorna told me," the Celtic futa related.
"So that's why," the Van der Damme woman nodded to herself in sudden comprehension as she looked at the distended midsections of the three young students. She smiled dreamily and sighed as another long log oozed into the willing mouth of the new student, Doutzen De Klerk, who lay under her ass on the picnic table by the parking lot of Adderwood Middle School. Judging by how much her stomach was rounded, her niece and her friend had been good for the Dutch girl. "She had certainly been good for me," she added privately as she pressed numbers. So was the lovely Dorielle Delacourt, whose short loose platinum blonde curls were mimicking the movement of her lips up and down on her nine inch cock. The youngest daughter of the feed supply shop owner in Broadview Corners was every bit as pliant as the futa beneath her.
Janneke Van der Veld grinned at the possibility of joining the new student she and Phoebe had been escorting through classes all day as her hips ground up and down, milking the De Klerk's girl's cum as the latter devoured her Aunt's fudge. At the same time she plundered the rosebud of her shy classmate Dorielle with her six inch prong even as Mi Cha Han relentlessly drilled the young Belgian's ass. She could feel the Dutch girl's semen coating her inner pussy walls as it spurted upwards only to slide back down Doutzen's tool and onto her bulging stomach.
Cassidy O'Conner relished the opportunity to act as parking lot monitor today. Though she had already nourished Bree Vickers this morning the teacher had eaten a large lunch and was full once more. As soon as she saw the bulging German student approaching with Mi Cha Han she knew into whose mouth she would be shitting next. "She is such a good student this one," the Irish woman murmured to no one in particular as her sludge was eagerly devoured by the tall girl and she slid the smaller Greek futa up and down on her 10 inches. "Great marks all the way around and such obedience, such a willingness to serve." Privately she pondered the chances of the ponytailed girl beneath her being named the school's Valedictorian at the end of the year. "There were better athletes in the class, but Kirsten was no slouch there either," she mused as her muddy flow continued its mushy descent into open mouth that framed her rosebud.
Meanwhile Phoebe had rested her breastbone on the Bergheim girl's large bump and closed her lips over the head of the seven inch member in front of her while jacking its white cream down her throat. With their constant swallowing and surging the pigtailed student could easily see that both of her feeding classmates had saturated. As Kirsten was a year ahead of her the details of her day were somewhat a mystery, though she knew by reputation that the honour student was every bit as willing as she was smart. Doutzen De Klerk on the other hand, well her lovely swell, her second of the day, was all the doing of the two who had been showing her around Adderwood for the past few hours. And what a wonderful few hours it had been. It had started with their second class of the day, taught by Miss Millbrook with the help of Miss Clifford, a substitute teacher from Meadowvale Academy.
"She's a shiteater, just like Miss Hutchison," exclaimed Phoebe in an excited whisper when the bespectacled brunette had been helped towards the back of the room by Miss Millbrook.
"She sure is," Janneke returned as she jacked the De Klerk girl sitting between them, now wearing a pair of flower print Happy Pants beneath her school uniform. "Look at the size of that bulge! She must have fed on a half dozen asses already today, maybe more."
"Film day today girls, Canadian Film Board, `Elk in the North'," the blonde teacher announced as she guided the other futa to a chair near the three girls. "Lights and curtains please," she then asked as a couple of students got up from their desks and proceeded to darken the room. Starting the projector, the screen flickered to life and the film began as Harmony Millbrook, the teacher's daughter alit at Phoebe's shoulder and whispered in her ear. The two shared a grin and getting up lead Doutzen to a mat with a spreader bar that had been laid on the floor beyond the two staffers with Janneke close behind. Binding the new school shit slut wrist and ankle onto the latter, they quickly moved to guide her bloated English counterpart from the chair she had been placed in back to De Klerk girl. Inserting rings in the mouth and ass of the older and younger they sat one down upon the other and hooked the pipes of both up to milking nozzles. One end of a hose was then attached to the anal valve on the young girls garment, the other clicking into place fixing itself to an oral spreader than had been inserted into the her older counterpart's mouth.
No one was fooling anyone, not really, the young Greek girl knew. She saw Miss Millbrook cast a glance around the room once more before she pulled out her tablet. Moments later she heard the distinctive click of the electromagnets within the two rings sealing them together. Her teacher squatted amongst her three students then and revealed the list of the room's occupants, each with the box beside their name filled in but for the woman who held the device. She slid the controls from 2.0 to 3.2 and gathered the three around her close. One by one, they faltered, sighing, leaning in on one another as their hips involuntarily began to move forwards and back.
The blonde teacher smiled warmly in the near darkness as the four of them watched Miss Clifford feed Doutzen De Klerk the fudge within her. The flowers on the Happy Pants slowly started to bloom with the hiss of piss and the crackle of shit. The smaller organ gave up its pearly prize glob after glob as the young girl thrust upwards with each swallow. It would only be a matter of time Phoebe knew before the brown tide would work its way from a young ass to an older mouth and a second nozzle would siphon jism from a second rigid rod. But like Harmony and Janneke beside her the braided brunette's desires were starting to take over. Even as the four of them watched the shadows of the students in the darkness slowly succumb to their carnality, as they did, she could feel herself being pulled under. Soon, she could discern the slight movement of arms and shoulders indicating the hands of one sliding up and down on the cock of another as the pretense they all made of intently watching the film began to crumble around them fading into the shadows.
She didn't even notice that she was being laid on her back and her cock taken in hand until Janneke kissed her full on the lips as she desperately humped against her. The black haired Harmony peeled her beautiful assailant from her engulfing her organ in her mouth even as she pushed her own tool down the throat of the Belgian girl with the Minnie Mouse braids. It was the last thing Phoebe saw before her vision was cut off by the descending orbs of Miss Millbrook. She inhaled the sweet scent of filth as her face was wedged further and further into the comfort found in the soiled crevice of her teacher. Moments later her maw was being forced open as the petals of the rosebud that had docked itself there expanded.
Her hips arched upwards rhythmically and a larger, stronger hand replaced that which had been stroking her. The fecal flooding of her throat was almost immediate and she relentlessly gulped down the nourishing mud as she felt her churn build and build. And then there it was. Humping skyward through the closed fist as the she devoured the delicious fudgy deluge, she closed her eyes, relaxed, and let her cresting roll over her. "Teach me teacher, teach me, teach me, teach me," the voice inside her urged as the pulse of her creamy eruption echoed the flexing of her throat.
For the second time that day a larger, stronger hand encircled her stiffened, dripping member and began jacking her in time with her swallowing. This time however a long, thick cock, bigger than her mother's, slammed in and out of her rosebud with equal vigor. The throbbing of the larger length was causing a lovely rubbing deep within her anal canal with each plunge. Phoebe felt her teacher's other arm encircle her waist and her tits mash into her back as lips kissed the back of her neck. "Let's cum together little one," she heard Miss O'Conner coo as the angle of her fucking changed and caused her prostate to thrill again and again. A groan and a sigh, the touch of her lips once more, and her brown passage was coated in thick white goo even as she maintained her endless gulping. Her small pipe surged forth its pearly love juice jet upon jet and her pussy erupted with blissful torrent. What a wonderful few hours it had been, yes, what a wonderful few hours it had been.
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As she was jacked from behind Morgan La Croix spread her legs a bit further apart to allow the mayor's cock easier passage into her pussy. Fucking while standing in the hallway on a Wednesday afternoon was not the norm but neither was it unexpected. The pair watched the scene through the window wall that each office in the building save for the Mayor's Suite came equipped with. Four feet wide and located to the left of the door, all came equipped with vertical blinds, though in this case, they were not drawn. While there was only one name on the door, there were several futas within at the moment. That said, the pair outside were most interested in four in particular: a pair of sisters, a daughter to one of them, and a fourth whom none had occasion to meet until a week ago.
Morgan had been there when the new Foreign Investment Manager Aubrey Jarvis had shown up for work for the first time. As a mere cog on the political totem pole naturally she was not privy to many details, but from what she was able to glean the profits from the Meadowvale Industries start up had overshot expectations which had left the community with a bit of extra cash. Granted, there was more than enough to invest in locally, but it did seem prudent to bring someone in to look for opportunities to put their money to work for them beyond their borders as it were, just in case. And so there she was Thursday morning last, the day after she arrived in town with her daughter Sadie, in the foyer of the town hall.
"You must be Aubrey," she greeted as the dark skinned woman wandered unsure towards the reception desk fronting the typing pool. "I've got this Marly," she assured the secretary there. "Welcome to the nerve center of our little community-"
"-she's lying, that's Gemini's down the road" Eileen Fitzgerald cracked from beyond the low wall, a remark that had everyone behind her tittering in amusement. A look and a frown from the senior bureaucrat quieted things down quickly though.
"Come, let me show you to your office," she offered as she took the box she had been holding and began to walk. "Once we get you settled in, I'll introduce you to your new aide. Follow me." As the duo traversed the inner corridors of the building the Canadian pointed out the offices of other senior staffers as they passed and made idle conversation. "So I trust the procedure at the clinic for you and your daughter this morning went off as planned?"
"You know about that?" the new arrival questioned somewhat taken aback.
"Relax Aubrey, I booked it for you," she smiled good naturedly, "I book all of those appointments for the staff. How are you feeling now? All of the numbness gone?"
"Yes, actually, I can feel everything down there again," she answered a bit relieved.
"It is odd isn't it, that first while, no sensations," the typist with the dark chopped bob sympathized as they turned a corner. "Here we are, this is you", she then announced nodding to a door on the left. "That's Gail Bernier's office across the hall. She's in planning, you'll like her. Lovely daughter too. Let's get you set up," she prodded opening the door and ushering the newest member of the local government inside.
Morgan set the box on the desk and as Aubrey set her purse down beside it walked over to the windows overlooking the courtyard to open the drapes letting in the morning sun. Glancing over her shoulder and seeing the other woman with her back to her she quickly pulled out her phone and activated the auto increase of her newly installed Prostatic Stimulator. Kari Johanssen, who had done the procedure, had become a good friend. In fact both families had, their children, along with the two Ellis girls that attended Meadowvale, having bonded over their love for ice hockey. So it was hardly a surprise when she received a phone call from the Danish doctor shortly before the Jarvis woman arrived this morning detailing a conversation she'd had with Doris Hanratty the previous evening. The implant was already running at 2.5 when she started up the ladder and her semen count was at 36 CCs. "She would start to feel it soon," the bureaucrat surmised with a private smile before turning back to the tawny skinned woman.
"How are we doing?" she asked when she caught the bespectacled woman gripping the desk.
"Fine, fine," she struggled slightly through a forced grin. "Just a little short of breath, must be the new job."
"Of course, here why don't you sit down?" the La Croix woman suggested guiding her to her office chair and pulling a second one from the wall next to hers before sitting down herself. "Did you know I'm also Canadian? Though not from your neck of the woods," she conversed as she watched Aubrey's reactions, neglecting to remove her hands after having seated her. "I come from south of Montreal, close to Sherbrooke."
"Yes, that's a far cry from Winnipeg," she returned with an involuntary sigh. "I wonder...if there is something wrong...with the implant?"
"This? What you're feeling now?" Morgan queried. "No, this always happens. I find the best thing to do is slump a little in your chair and spread your legs a bit, just relax. Here let me help." With that she gently re-positioned the shorter woman, sliding her side bangs behind her ear with one hand while slipping her other under the hem of her dress. Just as Kari had told her, she was wearing a one piece. Surreptitiously she popped the snaps releasing the stiffening rod of the futa beside her. As it slowly arced against the material revealing the financier's bulge of arousal, she then exclaimed in mock surprise, "Oh dear, we seem to have a problem now don't we?"
The slight upcurl in her lips when she detected the barely discernable thrusting of the other's hips nearly gave her away. "And on your first day too. Here, lift your bum a little, let's not make a mess," she instructed as robotically Aubrey followed her directive and she slid her dress above her hips then sat her back down. She grabbed the phone and calling forward to the pool spoke into the receiver, "Please send Miss Yun to Miss Jarvis's office now. She will need some help getting settled in I believe." Quickly gooping up her hands with a bottle of lube she grabbed from her purse she returned her attentions to the Jarvis woman, folding her into her body with one arm while she stroking her member with the other. "Shhhhhh. Just relax, let me help you out Aubrey, let me help you." She felt her slacken against her side and nibbled her ear as she continued pulling her under.
On and on it went, the implant slowly climbing, forcing her to hump a little more bit by bit. Morgan had left her phone facing up in her purse where she could see it but her counterpart could not. The stimulus was sitting at 3.4 now and see was carrying 57 CCs of semen. She greased up her palm further and returned it to the engorged stock. She no longer needed to move her own arm, the financier was doing all the work for her. It was then there was a light knock on the door before it open and an attractive, if slightly chubby, cheerful young Asian woman in her early 20's with glasses and red/brown bob peeked in.
"Dasom, come in, come in," Morgan greeted, "you're just in time. This is Aubrey Jarvis, she will be our local government point person on outside investment going forward," indicating the short dark haired woman thrusting beside her. "Aubrey, this is Dasom Yun, she's been with us for a couple of years now. She's quite good. I've assigned her to be your personal aide. She will handle all of your day to day needs and assist you on whatever projects you deem necessary." The girl smiled and strode over extending her hand.
"It's nice to meet you Miss Jarvis," she smiled placing her grip in the others. The French Canadian watched as her younger colleague then leaned in, took the older woman's face in her hands, and kissing her deeply, held her eyes in her own as she did. "So nice to meet you Miss Jarvis, so nice," she added with quiet enthusiasm. As she stood up, her hardened tool rose with her tenting the front of her grey mini. Slowly, she slid it upwards over her body depositing it on the ground beside her then leaned back against the desk, revealing eight inches of cock that jutted out proudly from her body.
"Look, Dasom is already on the job. She has sensed that you need to suck a cock and there she is giving you a cock to suck," Morgan cooed as she gently pushed her head forward. As the Asian's hands replaced her own, the veteran bureaucrat reached into her purse and grabbed her phone with her free hand. There was no resistance from the investment advisor, her lips parted and her face began getting fucked by the younger girl who grinned at the rapid development of events. Deeper and deeper the length travelled until balls slapped up against chin. Wrapping her arm once more around the shoulders beside her the La Croix woman peered through the carnality and flipped through the screens on the phone until she found the one she was looking for. Dasom was holding 72 CCs and stimulating at 2.3. "That's about to change," she mused as she peering at the other pre-occupied secretary.
"It's time we speed things along a little Dasom," she commented offhandedly before thumbing her slider up to 4.0. With a sudden squeal the Yun girl's penetrating pace picked up drastically and she began slamming her meat into the mouth of her new boss. The other typist watched the dark skinned futa's eyes widen as her throat was repeatedly pummeled even as her own body was betraying her desires, humping lustfully upwards at an increasingly quicker pace. "Darling Dasom here is carrying quite the load Aubrey," she purred nibbling on her ear as she jacked her. "She's going to fill your mouth full of cum now Aubrey, Fill it right up, get ready to swallow now, get ready. Here we go." And with that she flipped the release on the younger futa's implant to green.
The South Korean mewled as the dark skinned cheeks framing her piece bulged with the eruption of her copious creamy release. Morgan smiled as she watched the investment advisor gulp down the seed of her aide over and over helping establish the roots of the dynamic she hoped would grow. She turned the stimulator off then and let the girl slowly descend her mountain of bliss on her own. Once she eventually found herself in the valley once more, she withdrew her softened member and the pair shared a long, deep kiss similar to their first. But still Aubrey kept humping desperately, unable to stop, even as the other recovered.
"As you can see she is experiencing a little bit of difficulty unpacking her things from the box on the desk," the senior secretary pointed out to the aide nodding towards the cardboard container on the desk. "Perhaps you can take a look at what she has there, Dasom, help her unpack?"
The Asian's lips curled upwards at the suggestion and backing on the desk she turned around and knelt, spreading her legs so that the cheeks of her ass slowly lowered and moved closer to the face of the aroused Canadian. She then took the offered phone from Morgan's hand with a wink before the latter pushed the wheeled office chair her fellow northerner was sitting in closer to her desk, closer to the fleshy orbs she knew she would be entranced by. Setting the device on the desk Dasom deliberately slid her hands to her crevice and spread her cheeks revealing a rosebud moist with brown temptation.
"She's done it again, our Dasom, anticipating your needs," she purred as she locked the brake of the chair in place and brought her other hand to the back of the woman's head. "She really is good that way, you are lucky to have her. Go on, lick now, taste what Dasom has brought you," she intoned gently pushing her head into the fecal canyon as she observed Aubrey's tongue creeping out from between her lips. Its tip touching the leaking anal grease triggered a sigh and a groan and then a desperate facial lunge further in as she savagely attacked the starfish with her mouth. She could feel her greasy cock start throb in her hand as the Jarvis woman's rhythmic flexing kept building. "She's going to fit right in here," the Quebecois futa mused with a tight smile.
The younger typist backed up a bit more pinning her new supervisor between her ass and the back of the chair, but Morgan could tell, both receptionist's could, this was a most welcome prison. Firmly locked in place, Dasom picked up the phone once more and found the screen with the new arrival's controls. She held the screen up so the French Canadian woman could see it. It read 77 CCs and 4.3 of 5.0. She grinned and then in one motion maxed out the stimulator and stretched the rim below her with her expanding sphincter. "There we go, open up now, let Dasom feed you her lovely shit Aubrey," she cooed in her ear as the esophagus that had ceased flexing only minutes earlier began its motion anew. "It tastes so good doesn't it? So yummy. We knew you'd like it. We were told you would. Dasom will make sure you get a proper breakfast each morning as soon as you arrive, she will. And if you still hungry after that, well she can always call on me or some of the other girls up front."
The Jarvis woman's ass was raising itself off the chair with each thrust through her hand now; her cock swollen and pulsing. "I think it is time that we let you cum don't you? You're so thick now, right on the edge, ready to shoot. Would you like to cum lovely Aubrey, would you like to splatter your seed all over the place?" A desperate mewl was the wordless answer she received as new bureaucrat frantically swallowed and humped again and again and again. She caressed her hair and nodded to her counterpart. "Here we go," she whispered. Eyes closed in lust, shit poured down the Jarvis woman's throat as her copious pearly load, smacked noisily into the bottom of the desktop in thick globs, surge after surge. "She's going to fit right in here," Morgan mused with a tight smile, "She was going to fit right in".
Morgan groaned as first she felt the mayor's massive load whitewash the walls of her pussy then watched as her own creamy discharge did the same to the window wall they had been watching through. Dasom looked over momentarily with a smile of amusement from her perch atop Aubrey who was lying on her desk with her face buried in the ass of the former. The Foreign Investment Manager's stomach bulged noticeably as did that of her daughter Sadie and another they had brought with them, a young bald girl, Amber she thought her name was. The last two seemed especially close, each sucking on the Beanstalk lengthened cocks of the other as the Agricultural Liaison Valencia Rodriguez held them close between her legs beneath her 47 inch ass in front of the desk.
Jillian's hand worked the stiff cock of her older sister as she methodically munched down the filth of her Asian assistant. Already humping wildly in the air, her motions only became more frantic when she triggered the release on her implant with her phone. As her seed erupted skyward the younger sibling shared a grin with Dasom. The latter then glanced around the edge of the desk a huge snake of shit began wending its way out of the large Latin futa's rosebud and onto the faces of the two young girls below, losing its shape as it descended. The sludge caked itself onto the fleshy pipes providing additional sustenance as they plunged them in and out of their mouths with increasing vigor.
The more dark slop that piled onto the duo the more that was fed to them each time they sunk their throats down on the other's cock. The Slutofiers they both wore, a relatively new thing in town, ground into both their pink and brown holes with ferocity as the clinician toyed with her phone and their carnality. Dasom took the phone from Jillian's hand and starting flipping through the controls as the nurse continued beckoning the cum from her sister's balls. The La Croix woman saw the other receptionist glance at the clock on the wall and followed her eyes. It was nearly 4 PM. This bunch she knew, well most of them anyway, were due in the library across the way in about 30 minutes. Apparently the auburn haired futa knew as well. Moments later the adolescent pair squealed, thrust upward violently, and began gulping as their heads were buried in filth.
Each jacked the other as their fecal feasting mixed with the creamy harvest from their cocks. Over and over they surged and swallowed, thrust and throbbed, gobbled and gorged. "Looks like they would be right on time," Morgan surmised silently as she slowly descended her own mountain of bliss. "Right on time."
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It was easy for Robin Finney to close her eyes when the darkness came, close her eyes and luxuriate in the slithering of sludge into her mouth as her cock relentlessly spurted its load into the hose attached to it. Likewise her tits, also being harvested, offered up their white plunder in rhythm to all the rest, two smaller plastic lines siphoning her milk from her. Her jaw was pried open, her head locked in place, the hose that pumped shit down her throat a part of the lid that when closed secured it tightly to the oral spreader that kept her lips apart. Even as she feasted on filth, her own oozed its constant flow from her, mixing in the tank she was in with the urine and girl goo that gushed from her body. The first happened at infrequent intervals whenever her bladder decided it was her time. The second on the other hand, predicated on her arousal, was nearly as steady as her cum. And she was on her knees and immersed in it all, submerged completely, breathing only through tubes inserted in her nostrils, needing for nothing more than she was not already being freely given.
It was a waking dream she wandered through now. She barely could focus on anything beyond her circumstance. The sophomore was vaguely aware that she was in the town library but she wasn't sure how long she had been there. She remembered arriving in the morning with her mother, her twin sister Raven, and the family futagen Melody Mockingbird but she had no idea what time it was now. Mom had been talking about writing the definitive book on the Yardley Brownstones they lived in and the merchant family that had built them all those years ago for quite some time and today was the day she would begin. She remembered that. There would be others involved; snippets of conversation came to her unordered and unbidden, flotsam and jetsam in a mind without an anchor beyond lust. As she continued swallowing, wallowing, freely offering all her body had to give, she tried to make a raft on her private sea of bliss.
Robin's twin sister Raven pushed the other two teens into the back bench seat of the Chrysler Pacifica ahead of her before following, leaving the middle bucket seats empty. Ever the more outgoing of the pair, the shy brunette had always deferred to her white blonde sibling suggestions. Any time she had voiced concerns the other would inevitably ask "Have I ever lead you anywhere you didn't end up wanting to go anyway?" It was a question she could never find a good answer to. Even in those rare instances when she protested beyond her reasoning, her mother would then usually chime in with "Listen to Raven dear, she always knows what's best." Between their assurances, her doubts, and the gentle touches that often accompanied those requests, the brown haired futa invariably found herself giving in at the end.
It was why, even though both of them recently had Prostatic Stimulators implanted, as had all of the kids in the household, Raven had been able to convince Robin to give her the controls for hers while deleting them from her own devices. "Just one less thing to worry about Sis," she cooed as she had tweaked her nipple. "When to cum, when not to, so many decisions. And now with this new model, I can control your pussy as well. We can stroke your cock and tickle your clit for hours on end and you won't have to worry about a thing. You just leave all of that to me now. I'll take good care of you," she had said at the time.
That had been a few days ago. And in that time her sister had recruited others to her cause. Between the Hardens, Olivia and Ellery, the Mitchells, Cassandra and Deirdre, Melody, and herself they had kept her in a constant state of arousal, edging her incessantly but denying her release. Even the parents had taken their turns occasionally. And while it was true that the primary shit sluts of the household were still the girly girl Marly Evans, and the two youngest Ellery and Melody, her sister had started hand feeding her again like she did shortly after her 12th birthday. And last night, as the family sat around the big screen watching a movie in the dark, she had cuddled with both Raven and her mother. As the first leaned against her stroking her piece and dipping into her soggy quim, the latter, against whom she was trapped, absently pushed fingerfuls of shit from a bowl into her mouth. She was so beside herself with lust her lips parted without protest and she swallowed obediently.
The ride into town had been another long tease. Raven had shown her the tablet as she pushed the controls up to 3.0 inducing her soft humping as her mother looked on in approval through the rearview mirror. Lowering her panties and parting her legs, the pale haired teen lubed up her hand and made a fist around her hardening tool. As she was forced to fuck her sister's hand, Ellery fell to her knees and fastened her lips to her pussy flicking her tongue across her clit with each of her thrusts. She sighed and mewled as they drove into the downtown core, building for orgasm yet again but knowing her release was not something she controlled.
"Shhhhhhh, shhhhhh, Sis, it's Ok," Raven whispered as she kissed her softly on the cheek, on the forehead, and folded her into her breasts. "It's OK, let me take care of you, fuck my fist Robin, fuck Ellery's mouth, fuck them both nice and slow, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out. Are you thirsty Robin, is my little girl thirsty?" she asked as with her other hand she curled around and slipped her left tit out of her bra. "Here we go Robin, drink up now, drink Mummy Raven's milk, drink it all while you fuck my fist. It's good for you." Her lips found purchase on the offered areola and then she was nursing on the breast of her sister mother, mother sister, she wasn't sure, she didn't care, it didn't matter. She would just obey. She would obey and obey and obey and maybe just maybe, she would get to cum.
Sometime later Robin felt herself knelt down in the library, her mind fuzzy in its docility, softening the jangling of her nerves in need. She barely registered the clear cube next to her, questioning its reality. Another was inside, on their knees, head bent back and locked in place, her mouth being pumped full of shit by a hose that was inserted from above. She was an older woman, perhaps in her 30's with light brown hair, someone she had not seen before. Through her glazed eyes she could see her steady thrusting through the filth around her, its level now kissing the bottoms of her areolas.
Though the student failed to recognize the restrained woman, she did others that were there. The old woman Miss Huld, who ran the town library, drifted in and out of her focus even as her thrusting momentarily abated. She was chatting with her mother and the other that helped her there, the Korean Miss Han. The Anders sisters from the school archives, Roberta and Rosamund she thought were their names, each knelt beside her one on either side, her sister next to one, Miss Bergheim who helped run the Robotics Team next to the other. The four of them cooed softly to her, touching her gently as they strapped her in. Throughout the process, her mother smiled at her endearingly as her youngest sister Melody was face fucked by the Asian futa next to her. Nearby was Dr. Miller preparing an IV with a drip bag clearly marked `TT' in big blue letters.
Walls were built around her, a prick was felt in one arm and then the other. Rounds were fitted to her cock and tits and then her involuntary humping began anew. Her glasses were removed, replace with swimmer's goggles, her head was tilted back and locked in place. An oral spreader was inserted securing her willingness to feed and an anal spreader ensured her rosebud would remain open. And then with a hum, the gentle urging of the harvesters activated, A lid was lowered, the darkness enclosed her, and an unending tide of sludge was sent cascading down her throat. Over and over she swallowed as she ceded control of her body to the machine. Higher and higher it took her even as her stomach began to distend.
Her body rounded as her desire rapidly re-built itself. The pulsing within her beckoned an increase in her thrusting, once, twice, thrice, as shit was relentlessly pumped into her. When her body betrayed her she welcomed it. First a flood of her piss echoed against the floor of the box she was in as it streamed from her. Then her stomach, overfull with filth and teeming with that which would multiply the amount of fecal matter she would produce, began pushing out an unrelenting deluge of her fudge. Finally, delirious with desire, her carnal communion was allowed to complete itself. Cum rocketed forth from her cock and her quim gushed forth its goo, and she sunk into the reverie of her perpetual visceral bliss.
She had no idea what time it was when the lid was lifted and she ceased to be fed, but as the surface of her goggles were wiped clean she was forced to blink into the light. Her fluids, once flowing freely from her, were abruptly halted when the flood of fudge abated. Focusing her eyes Robin looked up to see her mother smiling down at her beaming with pride. It was not like she had never eaten shit before, never had her stomach stretched. She did own a pair of Happy Pants, three pairs in fact. But since they had moved in with the Mitchells and the Hardins, since they had brought the Evans girly girl home to live with them and adopted Melody, others in the household were chosen to be fed more often than she was. Marley and Melody were almost always the first choices and Ellery inevitably lay down right next to the latter each and every time she was nourished. But today, today would be her day. Today hers was the mouth they favoured the most.
With only her lips and goggles breaking the surface of her muddy morass Robin watched as her parent lovingly caressed her face, tracing her fingers just below the surface. She licked them clean, then bent over to kiss her deeply, before standing up once more, and turning around. Sliding the hem of her power red bodycon mini over her 42 inch hips, she backed herself over her face and lowered herself into place. "Cum for Mummy while she feds you now, Robin, cum for Mummy," she cooed as her rosebud expanded and her weight on the seat triggered the pumps once more. She closed her eyes and swallowed the fecal feast served up by her parent as her tits were milked, her pussy gushed, and her cock erupted once more.
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Janneke could feel her cock throbbing as she slammed it in and out of Dorielle Delacourt's rosebud even as her own ass was plundered by Mi Cha Han's piece. Over and over the crown of the girl behind her rubbed up against her prostate, bringing her closer and closer. Some time ago she had looped her arm around the Swiss girl and started jacking her in time with her own thrusts. She could feel her swell in her fingers, she was getting close as well. The Belgian futa was well beyond registering the discomfort the squeezing of her stomach bump between the two of them was evoking, the pain no more than a dull distant thud in her building lust as she sped along. She was full, so full, so deliciously full. She gazed up at her aunt, her eyes lidded as her arousal took control and drifted back to earlier that day.
It was lunchtime and the trio sat in the cafeteria out of habit more than anything for they had been feeding all morning. Doutzen's midsection, as was the plan, was stretched the most. Miss Clifford from Meadowvale Academy had fed her last period and she had been full herself when she sat on her face. Her partner in crime Phoebe Onasis wasn't quite as rounded but well on her way nonetheless after having been nourished by Miss Millbrook while the rest of the class watched a film. For her part Janneke had been swapping shit with Harmony Millbrook so while both the blonde and the raven haired student could still lick the inside of their cheeks and savour the taste of waste, neither stomach really bulged more than usual.
Sitting together at one of the tables sipping soft drinks was how Miss Zondo and the three stars of the Track Team she coached found them. The Belgian futa could see that Elizabeth Cready, Froja Johanssen, and Tabitha Norris-Tsuma, the school's three top athletes, were decidedly curious when they spotted the new girl. All were three towered over their underclass counterparts. The blonde bed-headed Dane was quite a contrast stylistically her more button down counterparts. The Cready girl had wheat blonde hair braided into a single ponytail while the dark skinned Kenyan futa's long black locks were tied back even tighter.
Even since she had shown up in early January Janneke had swooned over the African student the others called TNT and the latter knew it as well. Carrying herself with an athlete's assurance, when her tall, sinewy body sashayed towards their table the young blonde almost had to pinch herself. The distance runner had caught her staring at her once or twice in the last couple weeks she was sure. The younger girl would always quickly look away but not before she detected the upwards curl of the Kenyan's lips. No, Tabitha knew, she knew and now locked in her gaze, she could not look away.
She didn't even have to speak. The 13 year old simply stopped in front of her reached under her school uniform and let her panties fall to the ground. Janneke saw the smile on the older girl's face widen with the reaction of the younger to her stiffening cock. Climbing up she trapped her Minnie Mouse braids between her knees and pushed her tool between her moistened lips. Back pinned against the edge of the table Tabitha's thick nine inches sawed in and out of her mouth as her face was lovingly fucked by the one she lusted after.
Noises in the background, and momentary glimpses beyond the thrusting hips of her lover confirmed that the other two seniors had found willing partners in her two junior classmates, though she had lost sight of the teacher. Over and over her mouth was pillaged, faster and faster the dark meat of the girl plunged in and out, until felt her tongue begin to morph with the pre-ejaculate of the other. She wrapped her newly lengthened mouth muscle around the pummeling stalk and squeezed rhythmically. The reaction was immediate. The Kenyan, groaned and sped up even more as her tool thickened and throbbed. The shorter futa's head was taken by two strong hands and then her mouth was flooded by a deluge of the other's sticky seed.
Jet upon jet upon jet spurted across her tongue until finally the flow slowed and stopped. Norris-Tsuma grinned down at her and she withdrew her organ and slid forward until her pussy was on her mouth. She was not finished with her Janneke knew. Her lips parted once more in desire and the dark skinned girl's piss cascaded down her throat as the artificial pulse within her stirred her loins to thrusting. She frantically gulped the glorious golden beverage not wanting to disappoint in her impromptu audition. The firm grip on her skull loosened into a gentler caress as she swallowed again and again.
By the time Tabitha had finished filling her with piss her thirst had been slaked but not her hunger. The desperation of her humping had only increased as her electronically induced arousal climbed higher and higher. She reached out both of with her hands and pulled the ass of the taller futa forward until her rosebud rested squarely over her lips. Her skirts were lifted and her panties lowered then a third larger one, slippery with lube, enveloped her stiff six inches thumbing her mushroom while she fucked wildy upwards within the grip. At the same time a fourth hand had dipped two fingers each into her ass and pussy, riding the waves of her body's movements, pushing the blonde girl's impending bliss to even further along. Her mouth was forced open as the flower above it bloomed. That which she had lusted for, desired, dreamt of, then became her reality. Tabitha Norris-Tsuma's thick tube of shit oozed out of her starfish and across her welcoming tastebuds. The flavor of the Kenyan's filth triggered her carnal explosion.
Over and over again her thick globs of her cum fountained forth into the air as her girl goo drenched the hand and the bench below. Janneke devoured the wonderful brown banquet the senior offered her, greedily holding her stretched maw tightly to the source of her nourishment as it continued wending its way downwards. The fecal bonding between the two strengthened and the younger's servitude to the older was imprinted upon her. The expression on Tabitha's face had softened in its aggression somewhat and took on a more nurturing quality as she cooed encouragingly to the junior. But somewhere beneath it all, registered perhaps but not recognized by the Belgian student, a glow of knowing triumph emanated from the athlete.
Eventually she was laid on her back on the table and TNT, with a newly hardened cock, pushed into her pussy. She glanced around to see Phoebe gulping down the last of a muddy meal from Elizabeth while Froja finished enlarging the bump on her Dutch classmate. Still delirious with desire she spotted the teacher speaking with a pair of women who had been in her aunt's owned speaking about interior decorating only last week, the Fitzgeralds. Now though, they spoke of something else.
"...Farm Week taking place in the second week of April again this year?" the younger one, a short red haired beauty with glasses, asked.
"That's what I have on my calendar Shannon," Miss Zondo replied.
"And when are we again?" queried her mother, her silver white side parted bob framing icy blue eyes, Cianna she thought she remembered her mother calling her.
"Friday actually, the day after we go to the Clearwater place across the way," the South African staffer confirmed.
"Juniors right?" inquired the elder once more. "These here?"
"Yes, they will be among the group going," grinned the tallest there. "Would you like to meet them? I'm sure they would like to meet you."
"Yes, yes, that would be a good idea I think," the one called Shannon agreed as she quickly slid her pants down and looked to the other. "Mom?"
"I'm still carrying a full load, haven't ahad a chance to sit yet today," she nodded as she reached under her skirt and popped the snaps on her one piece.
"Why don't you take those two there," Miss Zondo suggested as both Doutzen and Phoebe were laid down next to her on the table. "I didn't get a chance to feed anyone yet today and Janneke here looks pretty empty to me."
The Belgian girl watched as first the faces of one of her classmates then the other was engulfed in the fleshy orbs of the two women before her own world dimmed. The large ass cheeks of her teacher descended and her own cheeks were buried deep within her dark crevice. For the second time in less than an hour she was fed as her carnal fluids were beckoned from her body by other hands.
Body heavy with lust, crazily careening towards bliss Janneke gave herself over to the communal thrusting of the knot of humanity she was bound up into unaware of anything beyond the rising heat within her, around her. Though Doutzen had been in the throes of bliss for some time now, it was only now that the rest were one by one each of them finding their carnal summit. First it was her Aunt Desiree who groaned as Dorielle's throat flexed madly. Mi Cha followed soon thereafter, her cream costing the insides of her ass even has her pussy gel painted her cheeks. The Belgian girl mewled as the surging of the Korean within in triggered her own release. Her girl goo mixed pleasantly with the pearly pudding of her Dutch classmate as her own surges jetted into the Swiss futa's anal canal. The youngest Delacourt was last, her fluids splashing and spattering hither and tither as she lost herself in her private ecstasy. None had noticed the mini-van pull up next to the tables.
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"So, just got a call a few minutes ago girls," Freyja Huld she informed the three in the middle seat of the mini-van behind her as she pulled into the parking lot of Adderwood Middle School. "It looks like we're going to have two more researchers for our little project today." The tall dark haired woman glanced around and spotting the seething carnality on the picnic tables towards the end, smiled. "Found them."
End of Chapter 89