Ridgeway Women's College Chapter 4
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.
Some of the premises and characters in these stories were introduced in the 'Meadowvale Academy' series of stories which you can find on this site here:
http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/transgender/mind-control/meadowvale-academy/
The timeline of Ridgeway Women's College stories begins approximately between Chapters 87 and 88 of Meadowvale Academy stories, though a few of the characters from the former appear in the latter as early as Chapter 56.
Ridgeway Women's College
Chapter 4: Reading Week Part 4
Given her experiences on Visitation Day, the goings on at the Mu Upsilon Mu Sorority House over the past three days were hardly surprising. The tall black woman they had met at Gemini's, Professor Sigourney Dubois, had greeted her and Bettany in the main lounge with her Bonded Daughter Zora Stoichkova and her collared slave in turn Wong Jingjing almost upon arrival. But beside them, every bit as imposing as the teacher was a slightly taller girl of dark complexion, another student and unless she was mistaken, related to the woman with the long box braids. Her high ponytail of long black hair framed a confident face, toned arms, and generous but not overfull cleavage. Her knowing smile upon seeing the shorter Bettany told the Zondo girl that she indeed was aware of her girlfriend's predilections.
Camisha would never tire of this kind of thing. At 5'5" the redhead had two inches in height on her, not that it made her any less willing to feed from her ass. But there was something about the sight of Bettany Foster being physically dominated by taller, larger black woman and her willingness, almost eagerness, to part her lips for them, that made her hard. She wished she could have been there when Miss Beauvallier had fed her at the spa that first time, to see her find her place, even if she hadn't realized it yet. Oh, she had seen the chemistry teacher push her waste down her throat since then, along with both of her daughters for that matter. She had been fourth in line that day. But there was nothing like your first.
Like all of the seniors that had arrived from the different schools that day the pair were bent over and jabbed with a local as each was implanted with a Prostatic Stimulator. The middle school teacher's daughter had heard of these things, they had been slowly working their way around Meadowvale. Apparently as part of a new sorority policy any collared student, including those incoming, was to be fitted with such a device, and their control codes freely distributed amongst juniors, seniors and staff for the week, though only one could exercise control at a time. That said the latter was able to override any machinations of first two. Of course each of the visitors had also been dosed with that cocktail of drugs known as the Toiletry Transfusion while this was going on. She had overheard the doctors talking about the seniors visiting from three schools this year. Once the procedure was finished the sorority would welcome 33 fresh eager to please shitsluts to their home.
Now here they were Monday afternoon, the two lovers from Meadowvale lying side by side, each strapped into a cradle unit rhythmically thrusting as the devices deep within urged their seed to boil, roil, and froth. Before the professor and her daughter had left for lunch they had put each of them in a Cockblocker Triple with an Anal Trainer extension, expanding the latter up to its maximum width and depth. This naturally only compounded their forced pleasure and the two girls held hands, strained smiles through glistening faces, each drawing as much joy from the sighs and moans of the other as from their own involuntary arousal. Their mouths had been browned by both mother and daughter since they had been claimed four days earlier. The statuesque Dominique, taller than her parent and a competitive swimmer, had invited three from team over on Saturday evening. The coach, Briar Winslow, had even made an appearance as well. The six futas had fed them again upon waking Sunday morning. Now the hardened cocks of the two high school girls bounced off their distended stomaches as they humped upwards. The grandfather clock leaning against the wall chimed 2 PM as they heard a key slide into the door's lock.
"The chicken cacciatore was delicious today," the eldest Zondo heard the professor exclaim as she entered the residence.
"It certainly was," agreed a second voice she thought familiar but couldn't place. "I had three helpings myself."
"You think they are ready for us Mom," asked the dark sophomore.
"They should be," came the reply. "Let me check." More voices sounded from the hallway as others arrived. "They're both over 70 now."
"Saturated?" queried the second woman.
"Oh yeah," the older Dubois confirmed.
"How was your trip?" Dominque greeted.
"Great," another younger voice answered fading. "Let me put my stuff in my room, I'll tell you all about it."
"Glad you could make it Felicity," Mistress Sigourney received as another joined the conversation.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," the new voice enthused. "Since you told me about what you had found in Meadowvale on Visitation Day, I've been fucking your girl silly all week just thinking about it."
"She has Mom," verified the swimmer to the chuckles of others.
"Back," the second student announced.
"Let's introduce ourselves then shall we?" the kinesiology professor suggested and footsteps approached from the entrance.
Bettany sighed as she saw the familiar figures of Mistress Sigourney and Dominique round the corner. They looked exquisite even in jogging pants and university t-shirts. The outlines of their anal clefts were clearly evident beneath the cotton and the Foster girl licked her lips in anticipation. But then two futas followed them into the room. A pair of students, both bald and lighter in complexion and like the other wearing the mauve collars of Bonded Daughters claimed by staff, filed in behind the pair. Though neither was as tall as the first duo, one was definitely wider of hip.
"This is my roommate Vanessa," Dominique informed the two restrained girls as they hips flexed relentlessly, searching for the terminus of their endless road to bliss, indicating the larger of the two. "She's also a sophomore and will be looking for her first shitslut in September."
"Dom, said you sorta came as a pair," she related as she started massaging the crown of Camisha's cock, causing her to moan and thrust even more desperately, "kinda like we do. Ooooohhh, you like that don't you? Dance for me girl, swing those hips." She turned to her roommate. "I'm sorry we couldn't be here sooner, help you break these two in. Kithkerrie was great though, Mom and I had a blast. Hey Mom," she then called over her shoulder. "Look what I found."
From around the corner came two more bald women, each with curves dwarfing everyone in the room but the other. "This is my mother Felicity Bradshaw, Professor of Ecology." Just as tall the swimmer, the sway of the already nude lecturer as she as her wide pale cheeks passed the two cradles mesmerized the Zondo girl even as she was forced to squirm by the younger. "I've been told you are both interested in plants. I hope so; it will mean you'll see a lot of us. I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? You probably want to see one part of us in particular though, don't you?" Vanessa grabbed a nearby chair with her free hand and sitting down began to lightly stroke the tool of the dark skinned girl she had been teasing.
The shadow of the professor fell over the pair as the large woman walked around the apparatus and straddled the head of the high school senior before spreading her cheeks. "Is that the part of my Mom you wanted to see? Is it? It's beautiful isn't it? Do you want a closer look? You do don't you?" Slowly the gargantuan orbs began lowering themselves. They were easily over 50 inches in width the student guessed. She had never seen anything so big, except maybe on the cook at the academy, Ruby Demerling, and she had never seen those up close. Even as her mouth dried up as the light in the room began to get blocked out, a part of her momentarily wondered why she hadn't. The descent stopped and a torrent of gold flooded her face from above. Thirsty, she opened her mouth and swallowed what she could as the woman above her rotated her hips spreading the deluge around her scalp.
"We didn't forget about you Bettany," Sigourney smiled as she introduced the last of their party. "I'm sure you remember Professor Kennedy from when you arrived on Friday." Her daughter, following her roommate's lead, began massaging the redhead's mushroom eliciting a similar response as the two bound girl's locked their fingers tighter together. Moments later the youngest Foster found her face bathed in warm piss as she followed the flow with her parted lips just as her lover had done. "I seem to remember you finding Thelma's rosebud quite attractive. You know she teaches botany right? You'll see her as much as you will Felicity here. You're going to love it here at Ridgeway, both of you will," she assured the Meadowvale students. "And the girls of the sorority, they will love you right back."
The two high school seniors humped frantically against the hands that stroked their members even as the urine that had been thundering down from above slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped altogether. Each of their faces was enveloped in flesh as the two professors lowered themselves further until cheeks rested against cheeks. Camisha felt herself get wedged deeper and deeper into the fecal canyon as Professor Bradshaw shifted her hips back and forth until finally she could feel the flower of her ass resting against her lips. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear but for the earbuds within the headpiece, she could barely breathe. The dark skinned senior couldn't help but feel a sense of panic given the sheer mass of the woman pressing down on her. But she knew even if she were free of her bounds there would be little she could do to remedy her current circumstance.
A gaseous discharge hissed down the deep gully in which she was trapped filling her nostrils with a stench unique to the Amazon under who she was entombed, a precursor of what was to come. A second followed the first, longer, stronger, once again heralding the impending arrival of her servitude. "Do you like my farts, Camisha? Do you like it when I mark you with my stink, just like I did with my piss?" she heard the voice ask her. And then she felt her lips slowly being forced apart. Little by little they would open on the command of the sphincter above, only to close once more when the latter contracted. "I can tell you do. I can tell you were born to serve lovely girl. Serve me, serve my daughter, serve whoever we sit on your face. Did you feel me make you open your mouth a bit just now? I'm going to make you open a bit wider, train your lips to obey. And when I do, you will lick what you find there with your lovely tongue, my sweet Camisha."
And as promised once more the woman's starfish expanded pushing her jaw outwards in either direction. Robotically, her tongue ventured out and languidly bathed the fudgy mass she found there in her spit. Her curls matted in urine, she felt someone remove the prong that had been incessantly fucking her ass. Moments later it was replaced by a larger, longer pipe of flesh, she wasn't quite sure whose, that plunged in to the balls in one single stroke. Her ass was taken without mercy as the rapid pace of the pistoning spoke not of affection but subjugation. She barely noticed a different hand replacing the first on her own organ as it too sped up to match the anal invader. Her hips had no choice but to follow.
More and more her jaw was forced to open until they could no more. And then her feeding began. A solid thick pipe of sludge pushed its way into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, trapped and without options. More and more shit flowed from one orifice to the other with no end in sight as she was stroked and fucked. A third hand was playing with her pussy now, she was beside herself in arousal. Somewhere in the distance of her mind she felt Bettany squeeze her hand again. Bettany. Was this what it had been like for her that first day in the spa under the ass of Miss Beauvalier? Starved of all senses but for her own taste and smell, and the touch of others? They had told her that she had panicked at first, just like she had here when Professor Bradshaw had first seated herself upon her. But once she had made the connection between her depravity and
her desire and developed a taste for the shit from a big black ass, she had leaned into her servitude, relished it.
Camisha had seen it for herself the following week in the Principal's Office. She had seen it again when she went over to the Foster's for dinner. Her craving for dark chocolate was insatiable. And now here she was, Camisha Zondo, one of those big black asses Bettany Foster was so fond of feeding from, with her face buried in the deep canyon of the massive pale orbs. Her hips, with a mind of their own, bucked rhythmically as she her release urged onwards by hand and cock; her lips fastened themselves to the hole that nourished her, as she eagerly gorged on the fecal feast that was without end. She wasn't sure how her hand was free from her girlfriend's grip but she instinctively, wrapped them around the thighs of the teacher pulling herself into her soiled crevice further.
"Do you like the shit from my big white ass Camisha?" the voice cooed in her ears. "Do you love when it slithers down your throat and fills you up? I'll bet you like shit from all big white asses, mine, my daughter's, all of them. Just like your Bettany here likes her dark chocolate from big black asses, you can't get enough white chocolate from big white ones can you? Can you?" Camisha re-doubled her efforts to push her face deeper and open her mouth wider as she felt the block that had been holding back her bliss lift from her balls. With each upward thrust her cock gushed forth a thick rope of cum into the air. Over and over, she swallowed and surged, the tingling within her overwhelming. And with each passing moment the two actions tangled themselves together, melding themselves into one, a singular reflexive reaction of her carnality.
She would feed from the professor for as long as she could, she would eat it all. And then she would spread the cheeks of her daughter Vanessa. She would let the girl empty herself into her mouth and she would cum and cum and cum again. Camisha Zondo understood now, the professor was right, she was the mirror of her lover. She had come to the realization that she loved it when her face was buried between wide white orbs and sludge was being forced down her throat. She devoured the decadent delicacies of the intellectual's ass as her body unceasingly offered forth its creamy harvest and the student thought about the missed opportunities she would make good on once she returned to Meadowvale. Dr. Hanratty, Nurse Stella, her English teacher Miss Caldwell, Miss Daniels, her Calculus teacher, the Guidance Counselor Miss Clearwater, Erin's mother Miss Avery who taught biology, she was sure there must be others. And Ruby Demerling...yes, yes, Ruby Demerling. She continued to gorge and gush. She hoped it would never end. Camisha Zondo understood now, the professor was right. She needed to feed on the thick white chocolate from big white asses. Her cum rocketed upwards unrelenting as more filth flooded into her. She needed this, yes, needed this, yes, need. Need.
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Tindra Sorensson humped upwards under the forced prompting of the Prostatic Stimulator she was now implanted with as her older sister Helena pushed another shitty serpent through her lips. The two family redheads had been born five years apart so other than a couple of years after she had turned 12 and family holidays, the two didn't often get together any more. Since she had graduated from Ridgeway three years ago her life was in Meadowvale, she barely had the opportunity to visit. She savoured the taste of the waste as her mouth methodically gorged on the muddy meal her sibling was feeding her. The younger of the two carrot tops had always found the flavor of the older's filth something she enjoyed. The younger Swede didn't need a mechanical device coaxing her arousal to new heights to tell her that.
She barely registered when Stella Cantwell and Sally Ann Clearwater guided her into line with the seniors from Meadowvale. They had been edging her incessantly since the bus left the academy, she was beside herself with need but they wouldn't allow her hands the freedom they craved. Now bent over an examination table, now stood up once more, and now walked further into the building she once called home, her arousal became a permanent part of her existence. Eventually, a slow erotic journey had them arrive at the residence her family shared with several others. Together with Helena, a biochem lecturer, her mother Tuva, who taught photography, and her Bonded Daughter Dawson Bensonhurst there was also the French Professor Ruby LeBeau, her 13 year old daughter Antoinette, one of the librarians Rachel Anders, her collared servant Saffron Kozslowski and the latter's first year slave Gwendolyn Darnett. All told eight futas called the place home. Her younger sister Elvi, who like the family matriarch had short blonde hair, had also just started at Ridgeway but for the most part slept with her Mistress Mother Kirby Forsythe and her older sister Kelly in the student's wing.
The photographer hadn't seen her sister since she had arrived but for the sorority moot Friday evening. She had disappeared with the Forsythe sisters shortly thereafter. Her mother, always a gracious hostess invited both of the women who had accompanied her to stay in their apartment for the week. Both were only too happy to accept easing the middle daughter of the photography professor into the cradle unit normally reserved for the Bensonhurst girl. It would be where she would reside for during her time at the university. As her mother greeted her arrival by stretching her lips and filling her stomach with shit, her orgasm was finally allowed to erupt from within. It had been cathartic. For the last 10 hours it had been nothing but sensual frustration at the hands of two of the trip's chaperones. Oh, but the release, the release had been other worldly once it had arrived. Tindra joyfully, eagerly, slavishly devoured her mother's brown banquet as her white goo jettisoned itself skyward in long rich ropes again and again. "Welcome home baby," she remembered her saying. "Welcome home."
All of the school staffers had pushed her face between their cheeks over the weekend as had Sally Ann and Stella. The last especially had an exquisitely wide ass. It was obvious those two had something between them. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other and often finished the other's sentences. She had never fed from either of them before this weekend but she would be sure to do so again once she returned to Meadowvale at the end of the week. Now she was strapped into what looked to be a customized version of the cradle that had swept through the town she lived in and was making its rounds at the school apparently. This one had a wider base at the bottom she noticed when they had led her into it and one sat deeper within the walls. Even the feeder had to use handholds on the side rails to lower themselves in and later pull themselves up from the sitting position that left their crevice at a level below their legs, though if they wished they could place them inside the structure itself. The two mounted dildos robustly sluicing in and out of her pussy and ass respectively only added to her constant state of bliss as she greedily crammed the last length of her sister's waste down her gullet.
Tindra had no idea there was anyone else in the room until Helena pulled herself up off of her face and she blinked in the light once more. All of them were there watching her, some with satisfaction, some with wonder. The two who had started her down this path on the bus, Stella and Sally Ann, stood to the side each idly fondling the other. Her mother and the auburn-maned archivist Rachel Anders teased the pliant Dawson Bensonhurst, the latter's curly russet locks framing her face to the shoulders as her hips rocked gently in and out to the manipulations of the older pair holding her up. Beside them were the Forsythe sisters, each helping support her younger sibling Elvi who looked absolutely angelic. Her beautiful blonde pageboy bob softly caressed her upturned cheeks as her parted lips sighed in the arousal brought forth by the fingers of the other two. Finally there were the three journalists she had travelled with and a fourth younger girl, Emiliana Beaufort that they had more or less adopted on the bus who had no doubt been invited along by one of the residents. It was the first time she had seen them since Friday evening as she hadn't left her current position since then. Even as the long time lovers Laima Ozolina and Birdie Sewell set up the lighting on tripods in anticipation, Emiko Aiuchi positioned her headset mic over her head and started doing sound checks. The lips of the high school senior meanwhile had been commandeered by Helena as the latter plunged her10 inches in and out of former's mouth and the two chaperones closed in around her. That the Meadowvale Messenger was getting first hand coverage of the goings on at the university for the upcoming special `Reading Week at Ridgeway' was hardly a surprise. That one of their reporters was going to be the star of one of the segments was probably unexpected though.
Her own sludgebump was well formed by now having previously gobbled down a load from her mother as well as Rubina LeBeau earlier in the day. One of the doctors, Rita Tanít" she introduced herself as, came around earlier in the afternoon and forced her brown banquet down her down her throat, all in the name of science of course. Now with Helena's six logs in her, her midsection was pleasantly rounded. It was nothing compared to the youngest Sorensson however as Elvi's stomach seemed to be positively ready to burst. As Kirby Forsythe spotted Tindra looking at her lustfully at her younger sister, she rubbed her dark hand over the pale skin of the other's stomach and grinned as if to confirm that the two of them had Elvi filled up just for her.
"So what does the staff at Ridgeway Women's College get up to on Monday afternoons?" asked the Japanese journalist rhetorically looking into the lens as the light began to blink red. "We're here in the staff wing of the Mu Upsilon Mu at one of the residential apartments to find out. First let's see who all is here." She nodded to Laima who started to pan her hand held unit across those in attendance. "Let's start over here on the left with Tuva Sorensson, a professor in the Faculty of Fine Arts teaching photography," The blonde woman pushed her glasses up on her nose, and smiled as her equally pale haired counterpart started with her face, pulled out for a full frontal body shot and had her turn around and spread her cheeks for an anal close up.
"Such a wonderful example for the girls she is. And right next to her is her oldest daughter Helena in her seventh year teaching Biochemistry. As you can see, she is taking full advantage of the occasion, using the mouth of one of Meadowvale's newest students, Emiliana Beaufort, as a cock sleeve. And look, standing right beside our student is two of the academy's finest in Sally Ann Clearwater and Stella Cantwell checking her form, making sure she does our institution proud." Emiko beckoned the camera in closer as the two older women momentarily mugged for their audience. "Check out the lip and tongue action on our girl, great hand technique as well with the ass wrap. As you can see below, the legs are parted allowing Sally Ann here easy access for jacking while Stella fucks her ass with three fingers. Oh and look at this, her Prostatic Stimulator is currently working at 2.9 for some lovely hip action as well."
"Next to those four we have a librarian with a last name you might recognize, Rachel Anders and offering up her lovely ass to our bookbinder is none other than second year student Dawson Bensonhurt, a graduate of Burnham Falls Prep across the pond. "Say hi girls," the Aiuchi woman prompted as the Dutch staffer curled her fingers in greeting and the one below her moaned as she was relentlessly pounded from behind. "Such a lovely sound that," she added motioning for Birdie to tighten the overhead shot of the stationary unit they had set on the tripod. "Next in line we have two more who you should be familiar with, especially if you like good eating in Meadowvale. It's the sisters Foooorsyyyythe," she introduced stretching out the name. Each grinned then followed the teacher's example, quickly turning and spreading in turn as they passed the collared girl between them. "And who do they have with them? It's none other than the professor's youngest daughter Elvi Sorensson, currently bonded this year and next to the lovely Kirby here. Doesn't she look absolutely divine, such lovely hair, such willing lips, such innocence. And her stomach, sooooo full. Tell the audience, how much has she eaten today, Mistress?"
"My slave has had five wonderful feasts today including an eight course feeding from Professor Sinclair," Kirby replied turning the young Swede's panting face into the camera as her older sibling steadily jacked her.
"That must have been yummy indeed but she looks like she is having a hard time staying on her feet now she has eaten so much. Whatever will you do?" the Japanese reporter asked setting up the next segment. The overhead camera panned out and followed the pair as they guided the young blonde over to the cradle which until now had remained out of shot. Now however, the thrusting form of redheaded photographer folded and restrained in the custom cradle was fully revealed. "If it isn't the Messenger's own Tindra Sorensson, hard at work getting you, the people of Meadowvale, the insight you deserve," she announced as she reached in with one hand and stroked her colleague's stiff nine inches causing her to moan loudly. "What an effort she is putting forth, our girl is really going the extra mile for you today. But what do we have here?" The shot went back to the second camera which focused on Tuva Sorensson as she stepped forward with a pair of familiar metal items. The blonde professor efficiently inserted an oral spreader into the mouth of her middle child and a second into her younger sibling matching those in their rosebuds that held back the filth from flooding from either girl's ass.
The lecturer straddled her former student and pulling apart her cheeks began pushing out her second mound of mud of the day piling it up in the valley between Tindra's breasts. The Forsythe sisters quickly spread the shit around, each occasionally stealing a taste as they did, coating the redhead's torso. The two then placed one Sorensson daughter onto the other, making sure Elvi's legs were inside the cradle before placing the metal holding her starfish open onto a similar piece in her sibling's mouth. Once the familiar click sounded the two dark skinned girls proceeded to make the opposite connection at the other end of the apparatus. Each of the hardened members of the attached futas slid easily through the slimy sludge as their Prostatic Stimulators forced a gentle thrusting which in turn caused each of their heads to nod forwards and back. Tuva then picked up her tablet from the end table and held it in front of Laima's handheld camera, flipping open to the apps controlling the anal spreaders and the implants of both girls.
"It seems we have arrived at the moment we've been waiting for," Emiko whispered quietly not wanting to overshadow the proceedings. First the artificial pulses throbbing within each of them were dialed back to zero. Both of the Swedish girls were closing in on 90 CCs and both were saturated. There was no need for further stimulus now, the two humped against familial flesh of their own accord now. Next each of the blocks on the anal spreaders were opened and the pair began to swallow, each feeding the other a sludgy repast, each eagerly accepting the fecal offering. "It looks like they are both well over saturation folks and yes, there it is, the circuit has been completed. The Sorensson girls are nourishing each other now. It really looks like they are enjoying themselves munching down the mud of their sister. Quite the pace they both are holding to." Finally, the last obstacle to their bliss was removed as the photography professor slowly with two fingers moved the cursors on both apps from red to green. The Estonian cameragirl shifted her focus to the sliding midsections of the featured pair and they slid back and forth. It only took a few moments before the tell-a-tale signs of cum erupting from long denied cocks started leaking out between the slithering stomachs. "And there it is people, they are cumming. Watch the white surging, see how it matches the flexing of their throats. I'm going to mute myself now and so everyone can lie back and take in the beauty of the moment."
Tindra only barely heard the talking in the background throughout the presentation, her mind being so foggy from her day long arousal and subsequent denial. Though she recognized the faces of those who had gathered around her, she was having a hard time placing the names of all from Ridgway but for immediate family. Not that it mattered, she was beyond caring. Once she felt the oral spreader being put in her mouth and saw the matching ring in her younger sister's rosebud she understood where events were headed. The audible clicking of the two pieces locking into place sounded forming the Electric Sludgetunnel and moments later she was swallowing rhythmically as Elvi's unending deluge of waste relentlessly pushed into her mouth. The small side vents on the anal spreader were open to take into account the increased stool production of the Fecalmillium and slices of shit layered themselves onto her face as she fed. The photographer had seen this model in action in the past but had never been on the bottom end herself until now. As she chewed she could feel her cock sliding back and forth on a bed of mud between them past another going in the opposite direction, each pipe erupting with its creamy lava again and again and again. She closed her eyes, immersed herself in her filthy circumstance, and let the waves of her arousal gently wash over her. It was wonderful, it was glorious, it was somehow cleansing in a way.
Even as she and her sister formed a sludgy ouroboros of bliss Tindra had the vague awareness that her life would change once she returned to Meadowvale. A fuzzy memory of how popular the Waverly girl had been after the New Year's Eve party at Gemini's drifted through her mind. That would be her now. She would be in demand once their report was released. Her throat continued to flexed and her cock throbbed along with it as she reflected on her impending fecal celebrity. Since she had stepped off the bus on Friday it had been a long journey back into her past. High school back in Hammarstam, her years living here in Ridgeway as she studied under her mother, it all flooding came back to her now. Such a long journey, a long, long journey it had been. And now as she gorged on the brown banquet of the only member of her family she had yet to be fed from since her arrival, it seemed that her odyssey had come to an end. She had finally arrived.
As Elvi swallowed the endless fecal feast of her older sister her face was slowly entombed by the mound of shit that was piling up around it courtesy of the Electric Sludgetunnel she was attached to. She let her eyes close as she sunk deeper into her depravity. A weight pressed down from above on the back of her skull and then a second between her shoulder blades. She heard crackling and then felt the mushy layering of sludge upon her hair and skin. A third deluge of filth joined the first two a bit further down in the small of her back. She groaned when she felt a variety of hands begin spreading the waste upon her body and through her short bob. Over time Mistress Kirby and Kelly had conditioned her lust to be further triggered by scatolia. Now she eagerly looked forward to their get-togethers with friends because she knew by the end of the night she would be mummified in fudge.
Her cock joyfully throbbed its pearly prize forth with even more intensity at this new, but most welcome development, mixing with that of her sibling as the two girls gently humped against each other so as not to disturb their mutual feeding. Soon, soon they would be buried in brown, the two of them. Soon they would be nothing to their existence but the steady swallowing of shit and the surging of semen. Soon there would be nothing but the private ocean of bliss upon which they would both drift aimlessly, each urging the other to greater heights with their fecal caresses. Soon.
"Are we too late?" came the call from the door as Emiko urged Laima to re-focus her camera on the new entries.
"Just in time as a matter of fact," the Japanese girl answered recovering as she strode into the frame to greet the latest arrivals a pair of redheads, both taller than the reporter but one a girl by comparison. The first every bit as full figured as the Asian, perhaps moreso, had hair tied back in a wavy ponytail. The younger in contrast had a single long thick braid that hung over her left shoulder. Between them was a third shorter than all three, a bespectacled beauty with a mane of raven tinted blue that fell to her shoulders with luxurious bangs framing an idyllic full lipped face.
"Ruby, come on in, get comfortable" invited Rachel as she continued to saw her pipe in and out of Dawson's slippery brown tunnel. "Fun for the whole family today," she then quipped a grin flashed across the face of both women.
"Indeed there is," Emiko slid in seamlessly. "Perhaps you could introduce yourselves and your two friends here for our viewers back in Meadowvale."
"Well, I'm Professor Rubina Le Beau," she began revealing a slight Gallic accent as she pulled her dress over her head, "I teach French History and Literature here at the university. This is my daughter Antoinette," she continued as she pulled the shorter girl in close and helped the third undress her, "my greatest joy in life."
"She does have wonderfully shaped lips, you must be proud," the interviewer continued.
"The best in the family," the teacher boasted taking the hand of the woman she was conversing with and fucking two fingers into her daughter's mouth from above. "See how soft they are, how easy they let things go in and out, how willing she is to have her head tilted back like this. Best in the family."
"And who is this then?" Emiko queried nodding to the third while allowing her digits to be used as a sextoy.
"This," the coppertopped lecturer replied, "this is Ursa Kampenberg, my daughter's girlfriend. Sometimes they sleep here, sometimes they sleep there but next year they won't be sleeping in either place will you?" Rubina questioned as she turned to the taller girl.
"Nope," she smiled as she stepped out of her jeans and panties revealing a thick nine inch cock that was rapidly reaching its stiffness as she stroked it.
"And why is that?" the Aiuchi woman prodded as Laima panned back to take in the entire trio then refocused on young redhead.
"Because next year, we'll be going to Meadowvale Academy!" she blurted as her grin widened.
"You hear that Meadowvale?" the Asian gushed into the camera. "These young lovelies will be part of our student body come September! I'm sure the girls back home can hardly wait!" She turned back to the new arrivals as she felt the roughness of Antoinette's treated tongue wrap itself around her pumping fingers. "I know I can't!" It was then that she noticed the braided girl's eyes peering past her in interest. She nodded to Laima and followed the gaze of the younger until she saw where it had landed. Lying back on the couch to her left was none other than nurse Stella Cantwell and pulled down atop of her so that he upturned face was wedged between her 46 inch tits was Emiliana Beaufort. The buxom blonde's girthy 11 inches, as thick as Emiko's arm plundered the redhead's ass mercilessly as her strong hand jacked the high school senior. Sally Ann Clearwater knelt behind the pair and was ploughing her thinner but nearly as impressive tool in and out of the girl's pink at a matching pace. For her part, the 18 year old was simply riding the wave, mouth open but silent, eyes glazed over in arousal.
"See something you like," Rubina asked the Kampenberg girl as she gave her a gentle push. The latter nodded absently, chewed her lower lip, and walked to the sofa, pausing only long enough for the guidance counselor to make a bit of room for her to mount the Beaufort girl. Scooting forward on the body full of bliss Ursa used Stella's shoulders for balance, slid her hardened pipe through the parted lips below and began to fuck the face of the senior. Sally Ann kissed the back of the 13 year olds neck and loaded up her left hand with lube before pushing three fingers into the rosebud of the strawberry blonde haired youngster. The latter squealed at the welcome intrusion and her stroke quickened immediately until she was slamming deep into the mouth below in time with the grinding organs pillaging Emiliana's other two holes. The two older lovers glanced at each other and smiled in satisfaction in silent communication. She would cum soon. They all would. They all would together. With a final nod Stella and Sally Ann set to work bringing the quartet to a simultaneous cresting.
"You know, you don't have to," Rubina stated peering down at the slightly shorter Asian.
"Don't have to..." Emiko pondered questioningly.
"Don't have to wait," the other smiled, glancing at her daughter. "You said you could hardly wait for them to get to Meadowvale. You don't have to. Have you fed anyone yet today?" she then asked removing the reporter's fingers from the black haired girl's mouth.
"Well, as a matter of fact no," the hostess revealed with a raised eyebrow.
"The two of them, Ursa and Antoinette, they are attending a birthday party tomorrow," the French professor explained. "It's a 12th."
"A 12th?" the Aiuchi woman asked her eyes excited with the understood significance.
"Yes, one of their friends, Marsala Jordan, lovely girl," the tall redhead further detailed. "Cute as a button, blonde, the whole family is. Her mother teaches Computer Science here at the university. Might be worth getting on film," she then suggested with a speculative frown. "But back to you and my daughter."
"Yes, your daughter," the journalist nodded as she held the girl's innocent gaze with her own that was noticeably less so.
"Well, she needs to bring a gift to the party for the Jordan girl, something appropriate for a 12th," the lecturer expanded as she momentarily paused to wave the now idle Tuva Sorensson over. "We were hoping that perhaps you might help Antoinette out with that."
"The birthday party?" the blonde teacher asked with a smile as she pulled up to her colleague and noticed the look of mild surprise on the face of the interviewer. "Oh, when someone turns 12 around here, it gets noticed," the bespectacled photographer divulged. "And you with your fingers in her mouth. I would have helped but I had other priorities today," she explained with a nod towards the activity at the cradle. "Maybe tomorrow, who knows?"
"What do you think Antoinette," Rubina asked her daughter. "Would you like Miss Aiuchi here to help you with your gift for Marsala?" A silent nod from the raven haired girl whose eyes never left the Japanese futa was all the answer that was needed. "Lie down then, lie down on your back mon ami," she coaxed the youngster as she reached into her purse and pulled out the latest model of Cockblocker, called the Slutofier. Tuva reached under the couch to grab a portable spreader bar doing her best not to upset the carnal apple cart taking place there as her counterpart strapped the apparatus onto the youngster after lubing her up. "There we go, let Mummy make you feel good now," she cooed activating the equipment and setting up the controls on the Prostatic Stimulator within her daughter to increase incrementally.
Once the 13 year old was folded and humping, the tall teacher turned to the Asian who by now had removed her panties and raised her green bodycon mini above her hips. "I do believe she is ready for you."
"Yes, yes, it does look like she is," she replied as she stepped over the child, spread her cheeks and slowly lowered herself onto her face. Emiko sighed as she felt the tip of the tongue beneath her trace the length of her crevice before lighting upon her starfish. "This one was certainly talented," she mused inwardly as she turned to Laima. "Let's do a bottom up view for this. I won't completely make a seal so we have the money shot and I'll look back over my shoulder into the frame." The pixie haired blond grinned and quickly set the camera up as directed. Tuva Sorensson then squatted down beside the reporter and started slowly stroking her stiff 11 inches.
"It can't be all work and no play dear," she chided gently as she leaned in.
Emiko let her rosebud expand and her first brown log of lust oozed out of her and through the plump red lips of the youngest Le Beau. She had decided to do a voiceover after the fact; she wanted to really enjoy this. And besides the crackling of her ass and the smacking of the girl's lips as her shit slid out of one orifice and into the other was a most erotic chorus. The segment might not even need anything beyond a short introduction. She noticed Helena Sorensson arrive then kneel at the 13 year olds side taking her cock in hand. Once more she returned her gaze to the feeding below smiling in recognition that the next time the girl shot her spunk, she would be snacking on her filth.
As her second long sludgy serpent started wending its way down Antoinette's throat, the blonde woman beside her pulled her in for a deep long kiss that had a bitter aftertaste to it. Her mind struggled but momentarily against it before relenting. The smooth glide of her fudgy goodness and the lovely sounds it was making as she nourished the teenager along with the incessant lust that was building courtesy of the hand on her throbbing cock had stripped all protest away. Emiko's head was turned and she found herself looking deep into the spread canyon of Rubina Le Beau. The French woman backed in and sat, forcing her face upwards and her mouth open. Even as her own filth relentless pushed through the lips below, a new deluge of shit flooded her mouth from above. Instinctively she swallowed, lost in the moment, all semblance of objectivity gone as quite suddenly she found herself pushed further into her immersive journalism.
Over and over her throat flexed as her rosebud did and through it all the churning within her grew and grew. Her mushroom was being massaged with each throbbing stroke of her cock as she began to hump against the beckoning fingers. A pair of small hands then wrapped themselves around her thighs holding her in place. Even as one Le Beau was nourished, another provided a similar repast for the one that fed the first. "Did you think we wouldn't remember lovely Emiko, remember that you like being in the middle?" the Swedish woman cooed as her hand continued urging the Japanese woman's arousal to higher and higher levels. "We missed you around here, we missed your lovely lips, your willing mouth. Eat up now my lovely girl, eat up all of Ruby's wonderful waste."
Like the girl beneath her, Emiko used her own arms to pull herself further into the crevice of her desire, determined to maximize the memories, the sensations. The taste of the French teacher's precious sludgy waste as it oozed across her tongue, the sound of her own filth as it crackled out of her anal canal and through the smacking lips below, the feel of the blonde professor's hand on her pipe urging her closer to her final release. All of these things she would remember, all of these things she would bring to her audience. Her experience would be their experience. It would be like they were right here with her, feeding and being fed.
"Time to cum now Emiko. Time to cum and show everyone how much you love eating shit," she heard the eldest Sorensson whisper in her ear. "Cum now Emiko, cum now for Mummy Tuva, CUM!"
"Yes, yes it was time, time for the finale, time for her money shot," the reporter thought as she arched her back, thrusting her cock skyward. Long thick ropes of her creamy white prize jetted from her celebrating the even thicker brown vines upon which she feasted as she returned once more to a long latent fecal fantasy. The rolling of her hips accentuated every wave of her bliss and the rhythmic flexing of her esophagus ensured the audience understood the reason for it. Her sense of journalism left her then as she was submerged in the muddy moment. There was nothing else in her existence now, nothing at all. There was only swallowing, surging, shitting, surrendering. And the voice cooing in her ear, "Good girl Emiko, good girl."
End of Chapter 4