Meadowvale Academy Chapter 44
These stories involve anal fingering, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, dom/sub relations, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, orgasm denial, mind control/behavioural training, scat, 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 44: An Evening with the Roundtrees Part 1
Ingrid adjusted her position slightly on the face of her aunt as another length of her waste meandered through the oral spreader into her mouth. She didn't know why she used the accessory this time out; the older woman had become a more than willing toilet. She had changed so much since Grandma arrived. The senior had been sitting on the human throne for almost 20 minutes now she saw, looking at the clock on the desk. Christmas dinner had been somewhat of a blowout and the various desserts and snacks that littered the common areas in the mansion had only added to what she had eaten in the previous 24 hours. Not that she starved herself at all today.
Neither of them had she recalled as she caught her sister Riley's glance and smiled. Her noisy gaseous greeting had trumpeted the arrival of the first meal recently fed to the chasm below. That which she was dining on now was her second helping. As the redhead brought the stiffened cock to its orgasmic end, she arched wildly against the hand. More brown paste oozed out of the feed hole and onto the older woman's mid-section. The two of them had been coating the body below with the recycled fudge, snacking a bit as they went. The blonde girl had also been kneading the breasts of her aunt's pulling forth their milk in long white streams.
She watched the throat flex and swallow as more of her shit pushed its way down the hole. She was nowhere near empty but was nearly finished nonetheless. She needed to be. Pineapple Roundtree was having a bit of a doo and she had been invited. The Bonners would be dropping by in an hour to pick her up. She stood up, turned around, and began soaking the head of her aunt with her piss. There was a lot of that too. Moments later she felt a tongue start cleaning her crevice and pulled apart her cheeks to allow her younger sibling easier access.
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Cory's eyes were only barely open, not that she could see anything. Trapped by the fleshy cheeks of her Aunt Evelyn, length after length of her thick brown sludge forced its way down her gullet. But this was not her only prison. The backs of her legs burned wonderfully as she was spread and tied once again. The pain only served to heighten her arousal now. At the same time she fed she could feel her Mistress's girthy piece plunge in and out of her boypussy. Her sphincter eagerly massaged the fleshy steel each time it entered her as she gobbled the waste from above.
This had become something of a daily ritual now. Sometimes it happened a bit earlier, sometimes an hour later, but always between lunch and dinner. Tyler would walk her into their bedroom, which was almost littered with scented candles. She would have her don a pair of Happy Pants, and then tie her in place as she had that first night. The head brace and O-ring would be next and then her Cockblocker would be activated. At which point, the parade would begin. She would be fucked and fed and stroked relentlessly by whoever happened by. It was an open invitation. It was how her Mistress wanted it. She willingly wallowed in this lazy river of bliss. She would let its currents take her where it would.
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With her sapphire studs in her ears, a Christmas gift from her mother, Ingrid twirled and took stock of herself in the mirror. She looked dangerously delectable. Her royal blue pleated mini was painted on her body. She lifted her skirt to show off her nine inch bulge hidden behind satin panties of baby blue. Ultramarine blue slingback heels completed the ensemble and Maria had been on hand to help her with her fishtail braid. Minimal make-up with a strawberry red glossy was the finishing touch.
She liked getting dressed up in general, but she wanted to deliver a message tonight. She wanted to show Pineapple how she felt about her. She had been welcoming without pretense or agenda from the start. To be certain, Allison Waverly was more popular and was held in higher regard, but there was always an air of authority with her. There was always a respect that demanded to be paid. The girl who had invited her to town tonight was nothing like that. It was easy to be her friend. She had a comfortable, lived in feel to her personality. Up until now, their mutual touches had been happenstance and collegial. A part of her hoped for more. Another part thought that even by doing that she might curse the relationship they already had. But neither part could stay away.
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The Bonner pick-up pulled around the traffic circle in front of the mansion. Mother and two daughters sat within each of the latter two sporting French braids that sat like crowns upon their heads. Their outfits also reflected a lack of bumpkiness that some might associate with a family of farmers. Legs were revealed, cleavage displayed, facial plumage tastefully applied. The parent on the other hand, while neat and clean was decidedly plainly dressed by comparison. "It wasn't Maggie who sent out the invitation after all," she remarked, "It was Pineapple." She tapped twice on the horn to announce their arrival. The trio only had to wait a couple of moments before the front door opened and Ingrid approached the vehicle.
"Get in, we have a party to get to," Valerie urged as she opened the door. The twins wore minis of matching design one in mauve and the other cherry red. Unsurprisingly, both also wore low cut leather cowboy boots. "Come on, get up here." Ingrid looked into the cab and saw that there were three people and three seats. "Sit on Viv's lap," the girl suggested reaching out a hand. After a bit of jockeying around, a stumble or two and a couple of wandering hands, the Halversson girl did indeed find herself perched on the lap on the slightly older twin.
It would take an hour to get into town as Meadowvale was another 20 minutes past the academy. Though paved, the county roads out this far were otherwise decidedly lacking in quality. Dips in the pavement where the surface had settled were commonplace. While the ride wasn't overly rough, it wasn't smooth either. Country music played on the radio as the three of them chattered back and forth about gifts given and received. Ingrid wasn't sure when it started happening but about five minutes into the drive she noticed the head of Vivien's hardened rod rhythmically brushing up against her perineum through the material of the garments the two girls wore each time the vehicle they were in encountered an inconsistency in the tarmac. Back and forth and back and forth, just a little each way, nothing that could be characterized as intentional, but something all the same.
The three Bonners continued their verbal bantering but her own member began to tent up as the truck continued down the road. Even more, each time they encountered a rolling of the road, gravity would cause the two girls to part momentarily and when they came back into contact her panties would slide a bit further off of her ass. She didn't want to draw attention to her predicament so she engaged in the conversation of the others hoping the problem would solve itself. It was not to be however. As the journey wound on her undergarment meandered on their own migration until they she felt them fall to her ankles when they pulled up the four-way stop at Broadview Corners.
As they pulled away from the intersection she felt her knees being parted slightly by the legs she was sitting on. The uneven pavement again did its subconscious duty, pushing her limbs further and further apart causing her mini to ride up on her hips bit by bit. The gossip between the four went on, none taking notice of the changing situation and then she felt it. The last fold in the road had brought Vivien's moist mushroom pushing up against her rosebud. She wasn't wearing any panties! She looked at the other girl in shock, but the two twins were joking with each other completely ignoring the circumstance.
Another rise in the road caused the two to separate again but their joining pushed her pipe straight into her ass causing the blonde's breath to catch in her throat. The road was bumpy here and each rib they drove over cause the pair to slump a bit further and the cock to push in and out, in and out, each time a bit deeper. Her legs parted even more until her own member emerged from her ever disappearing dress into its own leaking glory; a monolith of her lust. Vivien began flexing her hips in time to the road faults as her piece furrowed her anal canal over and over. Ingrid sighed and gave herself over to the accidental fucking that she realized was no accident. Her shoes were removed and her feet placed on the dash. She pushed back with each stroke, no longer concerned with appearances. The whole long slow teasing had her as horny as hell and her balls were boulders at the moment.
"Seems we have a situation here," Vera remarked as she drove smiling warmly. There were about 30 minutes out now and Vivien and Ingrid had fallen into a steady, powerful rhythm. Each thrust was to the hilt, each withdrawal was to the rim of the crown. Sglitch, sglitch, sglitch, sglitch chorus the sound of the union through the cab. A hand reached around from behind and took control of the senior's juicing organ. The fingerdancing on flesh matched the music from below.
Through lidded eyes Ingrid watched her lust brought forth, stroke by stroke. She so much wanted to take it into her mouth, let her tongue bathe the crown lovingly, taste her bliss when it burst upon her. She never went anywhere without a jar of Beanstalk anymore, she had some in her purse now. But her purse was likely somewhere on the floor of the cab, well out of reach and the senior certainly wasn't moving from where she was now. Vivien kissed the back of her neck while Valerie probed her mouth with her tongue and massaged her tits. She was trapped and didn't want to get away.
"We haven't given Ingrid her Christmas present yet," Vera exclaimed as she split her vision between the road and the show beside her. "Valerie, get our gift for Ingrid," she directed before leaning to the Halversson girl while keeping her eyes on the road. "We were going to wait until we got there, but we thought you might want to wear it as you walked in."
The woman pinched her tit and she closed her eyes and gasped. She heard a familiar click and then a buzz. The collar around the base of her cock tightened and pulsed. Her eyes widened. Now she was a prisoner of a different kind.
Vivien's breath caught as she felt the walls of the cavern sleeving her cock come to life. They felt...`ribby' somehow. "Oh Mom," she moaned. "Her ass, you need to try this. You too Sis." She felt compelled to speed up her thrust. The hole she was pistoning had seemingly taken on a life of its own; siphoning, sucking, squeezing. She placed both hands on the senior's hips and began hammering the girl's starfish, allowing her sibling to take over her teasing. "Yeeeeesssss," she hissed as she snapped her hips repeatedly, quickening. "Oh, this feels so good," she grunted slamming furiously. "Feels...so...good! So...Good...Fuck!...FUCK!"
Ingrid was pummeled as she was pumped. She concentrated on making Vivien's experience as pleasurable as possible. She hoped she would be allowed to cum, she certainly needed to. She hoped, but wasn't counting on it. The senior had seen how the kids at school had treated her mother. Taking a load up the ass was but a small down payment on an eventual release that may or may not be granted her. She milked the shaft with her Flexarectin treated rosebud. Viv was right, this felt so good. The other groaned once more. "Cumming...Now," she announced haltingly. Rockets of the older twin's seed blasted into her, flooding her anal passage as her own tool remained stiff, greasy, and unfulfilled but stroked nonetheless.
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"If it's all the same to everyone here, our quad would like to adopt Nari," Felicity spoke up to the others at the conference table. It was the same bunch as their last meeting: Annika Schwartzstein, Head of Research for The Fenwell Group, her boss Patricia Wellesley, the school physician Doris Hanratty, Jessica Pang, who ran the satellite lab on the Mason Estate, her colleague Deborah Miller and herself.
"Who else is in it besides yourself?" asked the older woman. "You have five names here."
"That is correct, we applied as a quint," Felicity replied. "There is Deborah, her sister Claire, Gina Daniels, who like Claire also teaches at the academy, Gail Bernier, the town planner, and myself. We really like the chemistry of the group. If not for the Masons, we would have tried to add Jessica to the mix," she smiled sending a sidelong glance to her college lover, who smiled back.
"Let's not get greedy now," Annika admonished.
"The girls and I will visit," the Pang woman promised.
"Living arrangements?" queried Doris.
"We have two spare bedrooms and an unfinished basement at our place," Deborah outlined. "I've already made arrangements with the Van der Dammes to complete the latter. We can also convert the sunroom on the second floor to an additional bedroom. Our lot is quite large and backs onto The Ripplewood. The five of us have applied for the Fenwell Group Placement Subsidy. They've informed us that we'll be accepted contingent on our acceptance as a Quad. At the end of the day, it should be about the same footage as Doris's place."
"We'll start turning dirt on the last in about a month. It should be done by mid-summer at the latest," Felicity explained. "The basement renos can be done in a couple of weeks. We already have the permits thanks to Gail." She sent a pair of blueprints from her pad to those belonging to the others at the table. "The first is what the house will look like after we finish the basement. The second is with the addition."
"These look great," Patricia remarked. "I really like your plans for the kitchen. And the walk out entrance in the basement will be essential. You've added lots of windows there. Smart."
"It will be a bit tight to start," Deborah finished, "but by the end of the school year things will change."
"We are in agreement then; the Miller-Charles Quad will adopt the futagen Nari?" Annika asked. The others nodded their assent. "Let's get on to the next order of business then."
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The twins helped support Ingrid as they walked towards Mary Jane's, their mother trailing behind. It was just after 8:00 PM when Vivien knocked on the shop front window and waved to Pineapple on their way around to the back. For a building with such a narrow storefront it made up for in length what it lost in width. The girl in the blue dress was hard, greasy, and haggard, her bulge easily visible to anyone caring to look. She had been drilled once more by Vivien before they arrived but somewhat surprisingly Valerie never partook. She had heard rumours of some kind of dom/sub dynamic but wasn't focused enough to give it any thought.
"Come in, come in," Magnolia Roundtree greeted as she opened the veranda door. She smiled warmly, her long golden dreads the likely inspiration for her daughters. She took their jackets from them and began hanging them up. "How was the drive in?" she asked noticing the soft buzzing sound for the first time.
Vera turned to Ingrid "How was the drive in? Did you enjoy it?" She rubbed the girl's tent with an open palm, not bothering to hide the caress and causing her to groan. "Drive was fine," she answered over her shoulder.
"Yes, it looks like it most definitely was," the shop owner agreed as she helped herself to a handful of cock as well. The girl swooned into her as she maintained her massage. "Come with me now, the rest are in the other room." She curled an arm around her and let the student lean into her as, between the two ladies, she was guided into the rec room. Both smiled, nodded, and greeted others in attendance as they entered.
A couple more members of the baseball team were there, Catalina Rodriguez, one of the outfielders and Hailey Ellis, one of the pitchers. The latter had brought along her kid sister the ginger haired Stacey who, if word was to be believed, could throw better than her sibling. "Guess we'll find out next season," she surmised. Chatting with the small redhead was Zoe Onasis's daughter Phoebe with her ever present San Diego Padres baseball cap. She would start at the academy a year after next and was just as crazy about the sport as her daughters.
Standing next to them, playing substitute hostess was her youngest daughter Strawberry as well as the latest addition to the household, her niece Tumbleweed. The first, like her mother and her sister, wore lengthy blonde dreadlocks, in contrast to the brunette bespectacled other. When she arrived three weeks ago her name had been Winona Boswell, but she wanted a new start. That side of Magnolia's family had never been long on compassion. The girl's decision was completely understandable. She seemed to be fitting in nicely. When she started at the academy in January, she would be attending a good number of her classes with Pineapple. "And for that matter Ingrid here," she concluded as she jacked the student displaying her for all the room to see.
The upstairs neighbours were also here. There were four apartments up there but only two were occupied. Zoe and Phoebe lived in one and the Ramsey sisters, Glinda and Delores rented another. That all three worked at Serendipity made things quite convenient for the trio. She nodded to the troika, smiling as she moved the girl over a large sheet of plastic on the floor. She was glad they could make it tonight. The four had formed a solid bond.
When the opportunity arose, they had applied for the Futagen Project as a Quad. No decision had been made yet, but plans needed to be made regardless. Renovations on the remaining two dwellings had just been completed. It was likely that Pineapple and Tumbleweed would be moved into one of them as a trial run for next year when they went to college together. This would in turn open up the former's room just down the hall. Should they be selected to adopt a futagen, there would be a place waiting for her.
The twins gravitated to the quintet as she heard the bell ring on the door from the shop out front. Magnolia turned to her youngest. "Go fetch your sister dear. This is her party after all."
Her eyes sparkled as she laughed at something one of the Bonner Twins said. She nodded to her mother as she grinned and exited the room by a different door.
"Viv says we should fuck her ass," whispered the farmer into Maggie's ear. "Apparently she has had some kind of treatment."
"I'll keep it in mind," she returned as her eldest daughter entered the room and approached her mother. "There she is."
Through glazed eyes Ingrid spotted her friend approaching as her hips softly humped the persistent hand involuntarily. She wore a knotted tie die t-shirt of blue, green, orange, and red, a pair of cut offs, and red flip flops. Her nipples pushed against the colours and her bulge was plainly visible behind the denim. Pineapple took her head in her hands and kissed the trapped girl deeply, holding her in place while one leg was lifted and lowered and then the other. A part of her knew what was happening but for most of her, the fact that she was now wearing Happy Pants didn't register. Her friend's scent was overpowering, she could dine on her lips forever.
The hands left her face, others pushed down on her shoulders gently as her body was pulled back into a pair of breasts and her knees were buckled from behind. The shirt, unknotted was lifted upwards. She tried reaching out with her tongue for a nipple but was denied. Lower and lower she moved, past silky smooth skin, and a beautiful navel. She wanted to lick them so badly she whimpered. She was drowning in the funk of her crush. And then there it was: 10 inches of meaty moist cock; Pineapple's cock. It was hardened and oozing. It curved upwards slightly. She licked her lips. She could not stay away. Hands pulled her in. Her mouth opened willingly and the flesh plunged into her oral depths.
The hands of her classmate set an easy pace to the furrowing of her throat. Ingrid looked up at Pineapple with pleading eyes. She so badly needed to cum. Miss Roundtree's massaging fingers were coaxing her balls to churn more and more of her seed, but the Cockblocker was keeping her release just out of reach. She felt the woman's knees push her legs apart yet again as the hands left her aching wood and gripped her hips. The shopkeeper slowly worked her length into the senior's ass and kissed the back of her neck.
"You have so many places I want to touch Ingrid," Magnolia whispered to her, "so many places. And I only have two hands and a cock. I'm going to need some help." Suddenly Miss Bonner was sitting on the back of her legs beside her and Strawberry Roundtree had taken a similar position on the other side. Her arms were pulled behind her and trapped between body and limb. Two hands found her nipples, a third her shaft, a fourth her crown. Her jaw slackened as she moaned around the girth in her mouth. A sudden push gained the flesh a furtherance of depth and balls started caressing her chin. "That's right Ingrid, take all of it; let my daughter sink her cock in all the way. Can you feel her getting her load ready for you? Can you? I know you are full of cum, your balls are really big, but I'm sure you could take more, couldn't you?" The head shop owner could feel her member getting the anal massage of her life from the girl's rosebud. "Vivien was right," she agreed silently, "there is something going on there." She began to increase her momentum.
"I really like your fishtail braid Ingrid," The Bonner woman complimented from the right as she plied her carnal crafts on the girl's girth. "It is really well done. Still I wonder if it would look even better on you if you were a brunette. What do you think Maggie?"
"You might be on to something Vera," the other answered. "What do you think Ingrid? Would you like to be a brunette?" The senior squealed around her classmate's fleshy length as her nipples were pinched by her younger sister.
"I think that was a yes," the farmer interpreted.
"I agree," Maggie nodded and then turned to the masseuse from Serendipity. "Zoe, could you please bring Phoebe over, we want to see what Ingrid looks like with brown hair."
The wavy haired Greek woman kissed Glinda and disengaged herself from her sprawl across the bodies of the Ramsey sisters who were still seated on the couch. She held out her hand to her daughter who had been canoodling with the Ellis's at their feet and pulled her to her feet. "Pants off Phoebe," she directed, watching the girl on her knees get ravaged from all directions.
She was taking the entire length of Pineapple's cock down her throat with ease now. Her mouth had moistened; the pace was faster. Her tongue had lengthened and mutated as more clear liquid found its surface. Its tip had taken to wandering outside of her mouth once again. She could hear gasps and commentary from others as her mouth muscle instinctively explored its surroundings for all to see. Her self-worth privately basked in the glory that was her physical freakiness. Everyone in her family could make their tongue do this. Everyone in her family also now had an ass that ribbed and massaged like hers was doing now. But none of them were here right now. Only she was.
The dreadlocked student had locked her eyes upon the sub forcing her to meet her gaze as she fucked her face. Her balls slapped her chin with every thrust. Her thickened shaft was coated with saliva each time she withdrew. There was a euphoria building within her not entirely borne of domination. To be sure forcing another to serve her had a thrill, one that she didn't often dip into. It simply wasn't the way she was raised. No, if her partner hadn't been a willing participant, this would have simply been masturbation by other means for her. She had seen how she had reacted in the La Salle's a couple weeks back. The blonde girl wanted this. She needed this. But it didn't need define her. It didn't need define the relationship she wanted to build between them. The two of them only needed for it to define their here and now. "This will be the first of many meals we'll feed you tonight my lovely Ingrid," she vowed inwardly as her feelings for her deepened, "the first of many."
"Time for a basket ride Phoebe," her mother stated. The masseuse squatted down behind her half naked daughter and parted her legs so she could squat down in front of her against the older woman's back. She then looped her arms beneath the knees of the girl and stood up. This had the effect of holding the petite brunette close to her body while leaving her ass dangling lower than it normally would as if the girl were sitting in a box. She walked over to the Halversson girl and lowered her daughter's rear end so it was almost touching the blonde hair below. "Spread now, wide as you can," she instructed as Phoebe's hands pulled her 12 year old cheeks apart and she was lowered even more. "Colour her hair now, Phoebe, colour it well."
Pineapple's cock was jackhammering in and out of her mouth as the crackling noise above signaled the arrival of a new stimulus. She saw the legs droop on either side of her face as felt the shit start coiling on her scalp. Her classmate held her head especially still and used her hips to propel her steel down her throat so as to present an easy target for the youngster. She didn't know how high the pile was but likely wasn't small. At some point she heard someone exclaim in wonderment how the girl had dropped `three long logs on the slut's head.'
The pipe pistoning in and out of her ass was throbbing violently now as was the one in her mouth. "Please let me cum, please, please," she silently pleaded. Her hips moved in time to with everyone else as she was shat upon. Now that the girl had finished she stood beside her and began mushing the shit around in the student's hair. Hands began abandoning her erogenous zones and joined in the scat massage. Into her hair, onto her face, onto the cock she was gorging on the waste was smeared. She could somewhere in her fog hear the sounds of others expressing arousal without words. Her classmate was slamming into her now, not bothering with niceties, the whole scene bringing her lust to the fore.
A hand, Zoe's hand, found her glistening organ and re-started the machinations upon it. She humped wildly against her fondling, desperate for release. Her own hands were still pinned behind her. She was totally dependent on the good graces of the Greek woman. The masseuse smiled at her, genuinely happy to be helping her out it seemed. A groan from behind her heralded the flooding of her ass with semen. Pineapple starting repeating the word "Cumming" louder and louder until she too began fountaining her load down her gullet. Her white honey mixed with the bitter taste of brown sludge that coated the girth furrowing her throat. The ring on her wood loosened its grip. Her balls boiled over almost immediately. Fingers coaxed her load to life. It surged up her pipe towards its freedom. And then her other hand squeezed the path closed. Zoe continued jacking Ingrid's cock as surge after surge of her cum pounded against the barrier to her bliss. She stroked her through the entirety of her denied orgasm until she had completely softened, her seed still roiling around within her. And all the while the masseuse smiled at her, genuinely happy to be helping her out it seemed. The Cockblocker tightened once more. Her soul sagged in resignation.
End of Chapter 44