Meadowvale Academy Chapter 96
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Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 96: Family Unions and Re-Unions Part 1
There were nine of them in the Ford E-Transit 12 seater when it pulled out of the parking lot of Fenwell Labs in Blackbridge Common at 9:30 this morning. Domna Bosko, who would be the administrator of the Futagen Project in Meadowvale and work out of the new Fenwell Home for Girls that was being built there was behind the wheel for the first half of the 10 hour drive. Beside her was the one who would relieve her some five hours in at the rest stop between the exits that eventually lead to Ridgeway and Chamlersport respectively, Mary Ellen Grady. There was never any question that Domna would be moving south without her. Her boss no doubt didn't like it but it was understood when she made the ask that her `Lover from Downunder' would be a part of the deal. Similar in build but nine years younger than her counterpart beside her, the blonde Australian futa with the Marilyn Monroe cut had lost most of her homeland accent long ago and her daughter Tatum Jean didn't speak with one at all.
Glancing into the rearview mirror, she saw the latter. Freckled like her mother but with long red hair, she conversed excitedly with the three others less than a year older than her that would be placed with local residents once they arrived at their destination. Athena Acorn, her wheat blonde bob framing an angelic visage laughed along with her in the rear bench seat. To the other side were two others, Gwyneth Builder, easily the tallest among the quartet at 5'4" had the window seat, her face mostly hidden by her long dishwater blonde locks and a pair of rectangular rimmed glasses. Between her and the Australian was a second redhead, Serenghetti Roundtree. Domna suspected it was her red half dreads that had endeared her to the one whose last name she now bore, Magnolia Roundtree. All four of them would be attending Adderwood Middle School in the fall so it was good they got to know each other.
Her two daughters Rachela and Kasia were in the row directly in front of them. 15 and 14 respectively, both would be attending Meadowvale Academy in the fall. Large bodied, Rachela was already curvier than she was in every way though slightly smaller in the between the legs. Her golden blonde hair had a gentle wave to it and like the Builder girl, her face was shrouded by a pair of glasses. By contrast, her younger sibling was petite in comparison. She wore her long wheat blonde hair in braided pigtails, but it was her grey bedroom eyes, that set her apart. More subdued than the others, neither of them was overly enthusiastic about the move but they were also not dead set against it. It was going from the familiar to something unknown their mother suspected. Fortunately for them, they would be moving in with family. "Yes, yes, it would be," she mused silently as she turned onto the freeway. "Fortunately for them...and me too."
Lastly, in one of the second row bucket seats, was Hasana Faheed. Her face slightly cherubic, the Perisian had proven to be quite willing and obedient in bed over the last couple of days, having packed up her belongings and moved across the company campus on Monday. Sitting with her back to the window and her legs draped over the opposite armrest, the studious Qatar native peered through her glasses, typing up a report on the laptop that sat across her legs for her boss on her initial impressions of the three futagen behind her. The Polish executive would look it over later before it was sent on. After all she would need to add her own observations as well as would Mary Ellen, the only qualified medical professional among them.
Piled behind the back bench were backpacks and other similar items as well as a couple cases of bottled water and a recycling box. Each girl had been allowed to bring one piece of luggage into the van, the rest of their belongings having been packed in the moving van that had left yesterday. While none had overstepped the limit on the amount of `carry on' allowed, the lot of them had certainly overfilled what they did bring with them. The short Athena Acorn had looked almost comical when she trundled out to the van with a backpack on her shoulders only slightly shorter than she was. The others had been calling her `Sherpa' ever since.
"It's hardly a surprise really," Domna remembered commenting to the other two as they placed all of it in the vehicle. "When we were their age, we thought everything in our lives was a necessity as well."
"Couldn't live without my fishing rod," nodded the Australian, "wouldn't be parted from it when we drove to the coast back home."
"It was CDs for me," Hasana revealed. "Would never listen to more than a half dozen on any trip, but brought my entire collection every time nonetheless."
The strawberry blonde futa grimaced when a sports car passed her at speed using the truck lane then weaved through the cars ahead of her. She wasn't a nervous driver by any means, but with that kind of thing happening around a van full of teenagers, this trip couldn't be over soon enough.
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Juliana had gotten used to the vibrations of the implant in her ass. Rhianna had set it so that it was a comfortable tease, enough to be felt, enough to build her load, but not enough to provoke a revealing physical reaction. Valencia had insisted they all get one once word got out on their availability. Naturally the government staffer had made sure that her employee Rhianna Kendrick had full access to the settings on the device after it had been installed. Conchita's older sister had more or less assumed the role of head of household after she had arrived a few weeks ago. The Delgado woman had always instructively bowed to the wishes of her lover but when she in turn was subservient to her older sibling, by extension, so was the photographer. It wasn't an unpleasant existence by any means. The sludge parties that took place after work left everyone sated at the end of the night. Occasionally, the older Rodriguez would bring someone home from work. Two nights ago it had been the Bauer sisters, Annalise and Gretchen as well as the 15 year old of the first, Beate. She and Dorothea had hit it off almost immediately with the family. Their casual domination brought out the best in mother and daughter. By the end of the evening the mouths of the two Delgados were locked onto each other's assholes with electric sludgetunnels and they were gushing cum as their throats relentlessly flexed with fudge, their faces flooded with filth from the side vents.
"What do you think Juli, the Rebel T8i or the Z 50?" she heard faintly in the background of her thoughts. "Juli?"
"Sorry?"
"Distracted today are we?" Rhianna queried with a smile, knowing full well why that might be the case. "The Canon Rebel T8i or the Nikon Z50?" she then repeated sitting next to her at the table in Shutterbug's across from Brechtje Maertens. "Which do you think would be best for Elke?"
"What will she be using it again for?" the Delgado woman asked playing for a bit of time as she tried to extricate herself from one fantasy while trying to avoid falling into another in the hazel eyes of younger woman facing her.
"She wants to join the Media Club when she goes to Meadowvale next year," the Dutch futa responded.
"So she's going to want something that is good for reporting then," the Brazilian concluded. "I'd go with the Z 50. It's the better model for vlogging for more in depth features and fast action if she is covering sports. Dorothea has one," she noted nodding to her daughter who was dusting one of the displays carefully moving cameras as she went. "She swears by it."
"They're very easy to use," the 14 year old volunteered, hearing her name mentioned. "If you get one, I can show her a few tricks."
"Bring her in, have her try it out," Rhianna offered. "See what she thinks of it."
"We do have other options, but this is where I'd start," Juliana advised.
"Fair enough," the copper blonde agreed standing up. "She helping out at the market, I'll bring her around."
"Sounds like a plan," Rhianna replied as the pair stood with their customer, her eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. "She certainly does have a lovely looking ass doesn't she, Juli?" the Welsh futa commented lowly as the curly haired woman left the shop. "They say she is hung quite well too though I haven't see her cock first hand." Fully aware of the effect the woman with ringlets had on her boss, she thumbed the controls on the Prostatic Stimulator up a little more on her phone causing the Brazilian to grab the table in support as she began to thrust slightly. "I think it is best you sit down before you fall down Juliana."
The photographer with the honey brown hair pressed down on the shoulder blades of her superior as she herself took her seat and spread her legs allowing her miniskirt to ride up over her hips. Popping the snaps on her one piece, she let her 11 inch took rise to attention directly in front of the face of her counterpart. A slight push on the back of her loose bun was all it took for the Delgado woman's mouth to open and she leaned in and slid her lips over the nine inch girth of Rhianna Kendrick's beast.
She had always been impressed with Juliana's oral skills. Conchita had trained her well over the years, the Spaniard was every bit as long as she was if not quite as thick. From what she heard, the pair went back years, all the way to their college days. And now apparently Dorothea was involved with her daughter Carmelita, making it a multi-generational coupling. She knew they were in the Media Club together. >From what she was told the Rodriguez girl was a natural in front of the camera.
The sounds of her moist mouth sliding up and down her shaft were a lovely carnal chorus on a lazy afternoon. "That's right baby, in and out, in and out, give mummy good head, suck her big cock," the taller woman cooed, peering down into her big brown doe eyes looking up at her for approval. "She was so obedient," the Kendrick woman thought inwardly, "so willing." She could feel the tongue within begin to thicken and lengthen with the first droplets of her pre-ejaculate. She knew it wouldn't be long before it started wrapping itself around her tool or probing her pussy. She loved it when she jacked her with her tongue while taking her entire length. It never failed to get her off.
Her lidded eyes drifted over to the young girl by the camera display. She chewed her bottom lip, rooted to the spot, watching her mother lustfully devour the cock before her. Even though she had seen and taken part in many trysts like this, the sheer eroticism of this moment was most definitely having an effect on her. A lazy smile formed on the Welsh futa face as she thumbed over the other set of controls on her phone and watched the young girl's knees buckle slightly.
Silently beckoning the swollen 14 year old over, Rhianna helped her remove her clothes, turned her around and sat her on the table so her ass was hanging off the edge and she could lean back into her 36 inch breasts. Setting both of the blocks to green, she snaked a quickly lubed hand around the girl's waist and let the student fuck her fist as she softly kissed the back of her neck. A quick glance downwards at the older Delgado's fingers dancing up and down on her own tool told her that she had indeed noticed the change in setting.
"Shit for me dear," the Welsh woman instructed letting the young body in front of her sag onto the hair below. "Shit on your mother's head, spread it around, make her all nice and muddy for me." A sigh, a mewl, and a crackling sounded, then the familiar fragrance of filth filled the air. The pressure from above caused Juliana's hair to fall out of its loose bun and down around her shoulders as her daughter's sludge oozed out of her ass. "Good girl, good, good girl. Keep shitting dear, coat your mother's head well."
Rhianna checked the clock on her phone, it was coming up on 4:36 in the afternoon. "They should be here any time now," she thought recalling the conversation she had with Isabel Castillo earlier in the week.
"They'll be landing in Molando at 11:24 AM and I've got a car waiting for them that will bring them directly to the shop," the teacher explained. "With check out and traffic, we're probably looking at about 4:30 in the afternoon."
"Does she know?" the lighter haired futa asked.
"She hasn't got a clue," the Brazilian revealed. "We made sure of that. We've already cleared it with Valencia, they'll be staying with us above the market."
"I'll be sure to do my part then," the Welsh woman promised.
"And have fun doing so no doubt," shot back the other, chuckling.
And now there they were. Rhianna was building rapidly to her climax, her cock throbbing as Juliana's tongue milked it relentlessly. Her daughter's rhythmic humping had also picked up intensity even as she continued to fill her mother's hair with filth. Even the hand of the store's manager flew up and down her shaft frantically as if she could feel the impending flood of cum that would geyser down her throat.
Dorothea heard the bell sounded above the door as three figures entered the shop. There was an older woman of Latin descent with a black lob and round wire rimmed glasses, a little taller than she was she guessed. Behind her was a heavier set younger female that looked somewhat like her Aunt Isabel, though she was taller and wider of hip. Finally, bringing up the rear was a girl close to her own age, perhaps a year or two older who, like the other two, had a similar ancestry. About as tall as her kneeling mother but with a curvier body, her wavy black hair framed a face that spoke of mischief. The first turned the sign around on the door and locked the bolt while the other two quickly drew the blinds before all three slipped their panties from beneath their minis. One by one their cocks rose stiffened beneath the material that hid them momentarily. The 14 year old lost in her arousal was barely registering all of it as they slowly approached the trio at the table.
For her part, Rhianna could hold out no longer. Tightening her grip on the first year student to pin the head of her mother in place, she slammed her meaty prong in and out of Juliana's mouth as her load launched itself down her throat creamy glob after creamy glob. Her groan was feral in nature and she bit down on the side of the younger girl's neck as if momentarily laying claim to a prize as the others looked on. She locked gazes with the eldest among them whose calm, appraising stare contrasted with her more wild one. The pressure the Welsh futa was exerting on the stomach of the young Brazilian in her grasp caused her waste to coil out of her more rapidly as it piled up behind her. Eventually her grinding relaxed to a languishing pace and her teeth loosened from the flesh held between them as she slowly recovered from an orgasm long needed. Her breathing gradually returned to normal, her squeezing loosened and she coaxed the tension she most likely had brought out in the 14 year old from her body, feeling the latter sag once more against her.
"I'd like to...introduce you to some family...you've never met, though your mother has," the woman behind her whispered somewhat hoarsely. "That one that...locked the door...with the glasses...is your Great Aunt...Rosalina. The one...on the left is your...Aunt Bonita...She is your Aunt Isabel's...sister...she'll be teaching...at the Academy. And this one here...is your second cousin...Amorina...She's only two years older...than you...you'll see her...at school...as well. They just flew in...from Brazil this morning...and will be staying...in Meadowvale...with you...one big...happy...family."
As each was named Dorothea watched the trio slowly draw up the hems of their garments revealing their hard members. Her Great Aunt was every bit the length of the woman who held her but thinner. Her cousin was a bit larger all around than she was but not as thick as her girlfriend Carmelita. Her Aunt however had a true beast larger than her similarly wide hipped sister.
"I need you to cum for me now sweetie," the light brown haired woman urged having finally recovered as the girl felt multiple hands on her body. Fingers found her clit, others crowned her mushroom, another scooped up a generous helping of fudge from her rosebud and brought it to her mouth. Eagerly she gobbled down the proffered prize only to have it replaced with another and another after that. "Cum for me now sweetie, cum. Show your family what a good shit slut you are."
Her humping rabid in its intensity, her arousal beyond her control, she shat, pissed, and came all at once, unable to control any bodily functions. Over and over the waves of her bliss crashed against the shores of her existence. Shit, piss, girl goo, and semen erupted from her body as the three newcomers all watched with triumphant smiles, intently holding her gaze all the way through her carnal journey bonding the youngest futa to their collective will.
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It was just after 3:30 PM when they pulled off of the freeway into the service center halfway between the Ridgeway and Chamlersport exits and pulled into a parking spot in front of the restaurant. Domna could hardly wait to get out from behind the wheel, her body was stiff from having sat for so long, she needed to stretch. The others piled out after her, all in similar condition. There was a breeze blowing from the east that set an edge to the temperature so little time was wasted in the parking lot. After locking the van the strawberry blonde lead the nine of them into the eatery and looked around for a table large enough to seat all of them.
"Table for...nine?" asked the pretty dark haired waitress asked doing a quick count of the group.
"Yes please," the administrator replied doing a quick up and down on the girl.
"This way please, "she directed with a smile as she turned and walked deeper into the diner.
"Cute little thing," she appraised silently falling in step behind her, noting the name `Didi' on her nametag, "nice pixie cut, nice body too. I could definitely take that for a ride."
"Here we go," she announced with the wave of an arm. "Next to the window. Give me a moment to bring menus."
The travelers all grabbed a chair at the long rectangular table and shortly thereafter were looking at the daily specials. Various burgers and sides dominated the orders with a variety of soft drinks added in to wash it down. Now that they were out of the confines of the van the teenagers took full advantage of the physical freedom space gave them. Though loud however, their rambunctiousness did not go so far as to draw more than smiles of amusement from other patrons. Throughout the meal Didi would return occasionally to make sure everything was satisfactory, making small talk with the group as the diner slowly emptied of its lunch time trade.
"So you're all re-locating from Blackbridge Common? Is that right?" the black haired girl asked pulling up a chair towards the end of their meal.
"Yes, I'll be administering a placement program for young girls looking for families in Meadowvale. Mary Ellen and Hasana here will be assisting me," the Polish executive explained easily. "Mary Ellen will be on staff at the home we use while the girls are waiting to be adopted. Hasana will be in project management." She paused to look around a bit and turned to the waitress. "Are you allowed to be sitting with the customers like this in the middle of your shift?"
"Oh," she grinned in return. "I clocked out five minutes ago. I'm done for the week. So all of these girls are going to be placed when you get to Meadowvale?"
"Well, three of them will. These two strays here," the larger woman replied nodding to her daughters, "they're mine."
"Rachela and...Kasia right?"
"Very good, young lady," Mary Ellen praised impressed.
"I overheard when I was serving everyone their food," the girl with the pixie shrugged. "and that is Athena...Gwyneth...and Serenghetti?" she guessed further.
"Indeed they are," the Australian confirmed. "It sounds like you are quite intelligent. How is it you are waiting tables?" the doctor inquired casually, then noticed Didi's expression darken slightly.
"Let's just say the home life I was handed wasn't the one that I needed," she revealed somewhat evasively as she looked away.
"Oh?" Domna prodding lightly, eyebrows raised.
"I left Dunkirk six years ago, anglicized my name from Didina Pommerioe to Didi Pomeroy, and never looked back," she continued.
"So where do you live now?" asked the clinician as the two absorbed the information.
"Over there," the lithe girl responded tilting her head towards the highway motel across the parking lot.
Both of the older women frowned, each reading the other's assessment that the girl having to had to fend for herself at such an early age had brought her to this less than optimal existence.
"Are you free to stick around for a bit?" Domna requested. "I need to use the restroom but I would like to continue this conversation when I return."
"Like I said, I've got the rest of the weekend off," the French girl smiled.
The restrooms are down the hall there," she informed the others pointing. "Women's on the left, men's on the right."
"Shall we?" she asked Hasana as she got up from the table. The pretty Qatar native obediently nodded and followed her wide hipped boss. The Polish woman hid her curling lips as she lead the way towards the back of the common room. The Persian futa had proven to be a pleasant addition to the bed that she and Mary Ellen slept in over the past week. Her cock was only slightly thinner than her girlfriend but every bit as long, much like her body was just a small step down from the Australian's. Both of the blondes had pillaged every hole she had to offer and fed her multiple times as well, and each possessed the controls to her implant as well. She had taken to her new duties quite well.
Domna pushed through the outer and inner doors and found the facilities occupied by one other who was washing her hands. Two large stalls designed for the disabled sat side by side against the wall. The pair nodded politely while she finished up and left before making their way to the far one.
"I've been holding for a bit now, Hassie," the strawberry blonde divulged as she lifted the Persian's dress over her head and pulled her panties down. "You're going to be on your knees for a while." Pressing down on her shoulder blades she forced her counterpart down and bent her head back over the toilet bowl before straddling it backwards and leaning her elbows casually on the tank. She then grabbed a bottle of lube from her purse and popping the cap held it aloft and poured a generous amount on the stiff nine inch cock that stood at attention behind her. "I think you know at to do now dear."
Hasana found her slippery cock with her right hand and began sliding her fingers up and down its length as the first quiet fart from her new boss eased itself into existence. More gas followed a little louder before the rosebud above stretched a bit and then shrank, stretched a bit then shrank. Two more times this happened before the tell-a-tale crackling sound heralded the second meal the Qatari futa would eat on the road today. She watched the tip of the turd push out of the lovely ass above her and find the hole her open lips had made. Across her tongue it oozed, tasting like the most delicious of delicacies. She closed her eyes and swallowed easily as she jacked herself, savouring the exquisite taste of the descending sludge. Mummy Domna always fed her well, always had a lot to give, never her left her hungry.
It had been over 15 minutes since the pair had left to use the facilities Didi noticed as she glanced at the clock on the wall. She liked the two blonde women, they seemed to be interesting and be interested in her. She had always believed herself to be clever, but no one had ever complimented her without playing for something in return. This didn't feel like that. The third was a bit quieter, obviously the junior of the first two and the kids though somewhat excitable seemed fun.
"They've been in there a long time, I'm going to go check on them," the French girl volunteered getting up.
"I'm sure it's nothing," Mary Ellen countered starting to rise as well, hiding her look of surprise behind a napkin.
"It's OK, it's my job to look after the customers right," she replied as she started towards the counter. "Just let me get the
passkey for the stall in case I need it. Who knows," she then giggled, "one of them might be stuck in one."
"Rachela, you're in charge until we get back," the Australian instructed. "Everyone, eat your ice cream and behave. Kasia, help your big sister. Tatum Jean Grady, don't be a brat." Her directives delivered, she quickly made her way across the diner after the black haired girl who already had a sizable lead on her.
Dodging around another waitress with an armful of plates, it became obvious to the blonde that she was not going to catch the 20 year old before she entered the rest room. She tried to call out once more somewhat quietly but her voice was swallowed up by what remained of the lunchtime din of the restaurant. She walked quickly down the hall and through the doors hoping she could somehow prevent what she what she thought was about to happen from happening. The fragrance of filth was upon her immediately and she could see the Pomperoy girl had noticed as well. She could hear the crackling of her girlfriend's ass in the far stall as she cooed encouragement to Hasana. "That's right sweetie, eat up now, eat all of my precious shit, be a good girl."
"Did Domna just tell the other girl to eat her shit?" Didi asked herself silently, sniffing the air again as she moved towards the stall, her curiousity tossing her caution aside for the moment. She quietly pushed her face up against the crack between the door and the stall itself and peeked through it. Her ears had not lied to her. Sitting on the toilet with her back to the door was the large woman, her ass cheeks held apart by her hands. Beneath her Hasana sat on the floor facing the door, her head craned back so she was under the large fleshy orbs. A thick log of waste crept out of first's asshole and slowly slide into the Persian's upturned mouth as the latter swallowed methodically. Though that in and of itself was quite unexpected, perhaps even moreso was the fact that the wavy haired girl was jacking a cock that must have been close to 10 inches in length while she gulped down her dirty dessert. She pressed up against the door for a closer look and realized she was hardening. She didn't even feel the passkey to the stall leave her hand until the door gave way in front of her and she was pushed in from behind.
"This wasn't at all what I had in mind when Domna and I were chatting with her earlier," she thought as she heard the stall door click shut behind her. Not that she wouldn't welcome her into their bed, the girl was attractive enough and had an impish quality to her, no doubt accentuated by her haircut. But still, while her partner could push the envelope at times, like she was doing now feeding Hasana in a public restroom, she always believed that being discreet was the wiser choice. There was nothing for it now though, Didi had seen everything. It was either bring her in and quickly or risk exposure.
The doctor quickly untied the apron around the waist of the dark haired figure in front of her, unbuckled her belt and pushed her jeans and panties down over her hips as the French girl watched the scene before her mesmerized. However when she went to slip her hand between her legs she bumped into something she had not expected to find there, a juicy pussy AND a nice long cock.
"Oh, well this is indeed a surprise," she remarked feeling it harden to its full length in her hand. She kissed the back of Didi's neck and started stroking the tool below as she felt the younger girl sag back into her. "So lovely isn't it?" she cooed into the waitress's ear. "Watching Domna feed Hasana her delicious shit. It's so yummy. You can tell she loves the taste, she how hard she is. She's so hard, just like you are sweetie, just like you." She raised her eyes slightly and saw that her girlfriend had realized what was happening and was playing along. The latter pulled her cheeks apart even wider and flexed her hips a bit to give the other girl an even better view.
"Would you like to take a closer look Didi? Would you like to get closer?" she asked rhetorically as she pushed her knees into the back of the 20 year olds and leaned into her, forcing her downwards. Carefully lining her pussy up with the stiff Persian member the two women shared a smile when Hasana's hands reflexively slid around Didi's hips and pulled her into a steady fucking motion even as she continued gorging on the waste from the ass above. Mary Ellen grabbed the bottle of lube and popping the snaps on her one piece, quickly greased her pole up before pouring a good amount on the Persian's midsection. Lining her own tool up, she pushed into the lovely French rosebud and hugging the three of them together, fell into a matching rhythm with the thrusting of the others.
"There we go sweetie, pussy and ass filled with cock as you watch Hasana dine on Domna's sludge," she whispered as sawed in and out of the girl's ass feeling the second length doing the same but in a different hole. Mary Ellen knew that the thrusting of the two Blackbridge Common futas was causing the cock of the third to slide up and down in its greasy furrow between the stomachs of the two younger figures in the stall. "It smells lovely doesn't it Didi, such a beautiful fragrance, sniff it sweetie, get real close and smell the shit." Dutifully, the French futa obeyed. It was then that Domna increased the flow of her filth so that it began piling up on the Persian's face. "Lick it Didi, taste Domna's delicious dirt, there's enough for two." She kissed the back of her neck again and slide one hand to the right nipple of the waitress, gently pulling and caressing it as she urged her to greater action. A small mewl answered her and hesitantly tongue crept from mouth to find the flavour of the larger woman's fudgy treat. "Lick some more sweetie, lick some more, get your tongue nice and brown for me." Back and forth the girl's pink moved over the mass before her, quicker and more forceful as she was overtaken with lust.
"That's right baby girl, such a wonderful taste isn't it. You want to eat some don't you?" she asked as she picked up her fucking pace and felt Hasana follow her lead. "Go one then, Hassie will share with you and Domna has more to give. Eat up now, eat up the lovely shit." The Australian watched the girl savour the bitterness as she chewed her bottom lip momentarily, then with another whimper her mouth opened and she dove into the pile of mud before her, gobbling greedily, even as more flooded out of the rosebud before her.
The road Didi was on proved to be a slick one, there was no purchase to be had for stopping or slowing down. Here she was in the bathroom stall of her workplace, her ass and pussy being pounded relentlessly by a pair of strangers while she gorged on the shit of a third. Her head buzzed with lust, her clit trembled and her cock throbbed with glee as she rushed towards her carnal cresting. Humping, thrusting, chewing, swallowing, it all melded itself into one now. High and higher she climbed until all that mattered was her pleasure. And then there it was. First her pussy was filled, spurts coating the inner walls of her pink. Her ass was next, nipples pressing into her back as it too was flooded with cum. Finally her own juice flowed. Gooey clear liquid cascaded down the inside of her legs as her own pearly cream geysered up from her cock rope after rope. The shit from above had finally abated and the two dark haired futas devoured what was between them, ending their feasting with a deep fudgy kiss, both lost in this ocean of bliss. Neither heard the inner door of the restroom open, nor heard it close moments later.
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Didi shared a secretive smile with Hasana as they sat opposite each other in the van's second row. No doubt there would soon come a time when they would feed each other a fecal feast of their own making. The two had already shared one between them. It was only a matter of time. The French girl had already made up her mind, even before her ex-boss had handed her the final paycheck she would collect from the restaurant and ask that she vacate the hotel. She could have drawn it out, she was paid until the end of the month after all. But why bother?
"Did you enjoy that Didi?" the Australian woman asked her as she helped the somewhat dazed 20 year old clean herself at the sink, making herself somewhat more presentable. She thought for a moment, peering into the sink, and gave a slow nod of assent.
"Yes," she decided privately more convinced than she had been when the question was asked. "I did enjoy it. I enjoyed eating shit." She couldn't remember having an orgasm as strong as she had only minutes earlier. She gave a firmer nod and looked at Mary Ellen.
"There are restaurants in Meadowvale too," Domna added straightening her clothes before reaching for her apron. Her heart leapt within her. Was she hinting at what she thought she was? "Other things to do as well, if you felt like a change."
"This is no life for a young futa such as yourself," the Grady woman assessed reinforcing the other's comment. "Always hiding who you really are, afraid of being discovered."
"Where would I stay?" she asked somewhat anxious. It was all too good to be true.
"With us," the larger woman answered tying her apron.
"Where would you stay?" she then queried, words tumbling out of her mouth, her query eliciting chuckles and looks of amusement from the other three.
"The company we work for has made arrangements for accommodations," Domna replied. "My sister Grina teaches at the school in town. Her family and mine will live together with Mary Ellen, her daughter Tatum Jean, and Hasana here. I'm sure we can find a place for one more dear."
"What about the other three girls?" she probed, not wanting to displace anyone.
"They have loving families who can't wait to meet them," the Polish woman assured her. "You'll probably see them around town at some point."
"Do they all have-" she started to ask before being cut off by the Australian.
"We all do," Mary Ellen grinned.
"Do they eat shit too?" she continued, her emotions conflicted.
"Not yet," Hasana revealed. "But soon."
"We need to keep that to ourselves for now," the administrator advised.
"It's a far better future than the one you have here," the other blonde then pointed out. "There are real possibilities to build a life for yourself."
"And we can be friends," the dark haired assistant suggested, stepping in to embrace her from behind. "Good, good friends" She melted in the Persian's arms as the latter kissed her neck softly.
She chewed her lip feeling her arousal rise once more and, as her doubts eased she nodded silently in agreement. Shje would go with them.
Now here she was sitting in a van full of women who like herself, possessed make and female anatomy. A pair of feet belonging to the Persian futa to her right sat in her lap, resting against the bump that was her fleshy pole come to life under her clothes. What few possessions she did have had been packed into a dull green duffle. She had changed into her favourite jeans, a Ramones T-shirt, her army-navy surplus jacket and a pair of Doc Martens. The five girls noisily chattered behind her, occasionally leaning over the back of her bucket seat to pepper her with questions before retreating back to giggle amongst themselves for a time. Hasana's eyes twinkled in amusement whenever this happened. She let her legs drift apart a bit more as her counterpart shifted her feet accidently but purposely massaging her meat. It was a new day for Didi Pomeroy. A brand new day.
End of Chapter 96