Meadowvale Academy Chapter 57
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, orgasm denial, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, sitophilia, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 57: Placements Part 2
"What was happening to me?" she wondered as she sat against the washing machine with her legs splayed, naked from the waist down. "I've never had these kinds of urges before." She looked down at her hand stroking her hardened cock and then sniffed her Brandy's lavender silk panties once again. The aroma of the brown streak was making her hornier and hornier. She had already breathed in the stink from Alanna's pink ones. Each was different but at the same time both were intoxicating. With each whiff her mind flashed back to the previous night's lovemaking between the three of them.
It had become a nightly part of their routine since she had arrived three days ago. The student would make sure the twins were asleep and then join the two women in her mother's bed. Her caramel skinned counterparts would each take one of her holes and one her tool. Then the three would fuck each themselves to slumber, each giving forth freely their loads of lust before falling asleep in a mutual embrace. Her orgasm's had been so intense, the sheer amount of cum was beyond what she was used to. She had never performed like this back in Turku.
"How was the drive? Did you find your way well enough?" Alanna asked the following morning after she drove the twins to their new school for the first time.
"It was easy," she smiled in return as she adjusted her glasses. "Brandy was very good with directions and the GPS got me back here fast enough. I think by the end of the week I won't even need it."
"That's good to hear. It's such a help to me that you do this," she explained handing her as coffee. "It gives me the opportunity to get an early start on all of this," she added waving her hand at various envelopes and her computer. "This may look like a sleepy little town and this B&B is not a big city hotel, but there is a lot more to running it than one might think. As you get more comfortable here, I'll start bringing you up to speed."
"I appreciate the opportunity Alanna," she replied as she sipped. "We really needed a new start far away from Turku."
"You'll get both of them here, an opportunity and a new start. We take care of our own." She peered at an envelope. "Once you're done your coffee I'm going to need you to take care of the washroom at the end of the main hall. It needs to be done daily. Usually Brandy does it before she goes in but she had a big project she needs to do for chemistry class," she explained. "Are you Ok with a bit of housekeeping? I know you were management at your old job."
"I was, but I started out as a maid when I was in school," she revealed cordially. "It's nothing I'm not familiar with."
"The supplies are in the closet next to it."
The pair continued their conversation making small talk over their morning beverage. Time flew by until Freja found herself standing outside of the restroom in question. That, in and of itself, was fortunate as she could feel her bowels start to make themselves known. She opened the door and her nose was immediately overwhelmed with the stench of shit.
"Wow," she exclaimed. "Someone didn't flush." She moved into the invisible cloud to peer into a toilet with the lid left open. Sure enough there were multiple logs of waste piled high enough to be above the waterline. "That couldn't have all come from one person could it have?" she wondered inwardly. What was worse, she really had to go now. It would have been nice to have a clean toilet to use but that wasn't in the cards. "I'll clear it later," she rationalized as she pulled down her panties and sat on the throne. "Why am I hard?"
Her waste flowed freely from her and quickly extended the mountain of filth until she could feel its summit gently brush up against the lips of her pussy. She didn't realize she had been slowly rocking back and forth against it until she heard a splash below as the last of her waste rolled down the side and it water. Embarrassed, she quickly cleaned herself up and pulled her undergarment over her erect tool. "Why am I hard?"
Alana studied the feed from the hidden camera in the laundry room together with her daughter. Her tool was plunging in and out of her child's rosebud as she jacked her. Brandy may have well had occasion to fuck someone at school today, but she sure as hell hadn't. "She starting to fall into it," she noted as her pipe sloshed about in the younger ass. The other ground back onto her in response. She was a good lay but it was making it hard to concentrate. She'd manage somehow though. Events were unfolding as the pair had laid them out.
They had waited to assign her the washing until the afternoon of the third day. Mother and daughter wanted the Lustrium Alanna had planted in the washroom each morning to have a chance to work its magic on the Finnish woman before stepping up the plan. The newly developed `Quickmix' kit for the drug was a stroke of genius. Patricia had outdone herself there. No more dropping the semen sample off at the lab and waiting 48 hours. Just slop some cum into the vial, give it as few shakes, wait for the colour to change and voila: No more willpower.
Cleaning the sheets was a daily chore done in the afternoons, washing before dinner prep, drying after the meal. The two of them just made sure to include a pair of well used panties in there with them. The redhead had found them both. The restroom wasn't the only thing she had painted with Lustrium. She had also done the clothes hamper. Moreover, the Jarvela woman's morning coffee had been spiked with Seedomil 2.0 and Softserve with a smidgen of laxative as well. The new woman had no idea why, but it was fairly evident that she was high octane horny. Captured in a prison of depravity she continued inhaling the funk provided by their soiled garments as her hand furiously stroked her glistening rod.
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After seeing how easily Gail Bernier had returned to toiletry and how well her daughter had taken to it once introduced Deborah had made sure to save their product in the plastic sheeting they had been laying on two days before. She had grabbed a couple bottles of Maggie's latest creation, Turdbath, from the clinic before leaving. The two shitsluts had been soaking in a hot tub laced with it for the past hour. According to its creator, it would pretty much eliminate any kind of diaper rash so long as they used it weekly.
They'd also been started on a daily regimen of Bactromin, Seedomil 2.0, and Softserve since Saturday. Gail's pants were a mess when she walked in after work. Someone had definitely fed her at the office. Someone had fed them both actually. When they slid into the tub mother and daughter were pregnant with poo. "It's lucky Gina had made both wear buttplugs today," she mused as she the four other communal parents finished assembling the Shitsack.
The Shitsack itself was an interesting contraption. Based on the Happy Pants design, it was made to fit from one to three people depending on how many panels were added. Each of those came with a triple lined cock hole just like the predecessor garment. The unit also came with a separate headrest ledge with three grooves that could be placed under the heads of the occupants making feeding a more comfortable experience all around. A feed tube extension that could be opened or closed from outside connected to the Happy Pants themselves. When closed the fudge flowed as it would normally oozing out onto the stomach of the wearer within the lining. However when opened the mud would continue its journey until it emerged just below the chin, allowing the wearer to fill themselves with waste hands free. Excess sludge that was pushed up from below simply flowed downward around the neck into the main reservoir. Placement of the headrests were far enough away from each other to allow for simultaneous feedings but close enough for all the wearers to have access to each other's bodies should they so choose. The arms of the wearer remained free to allow for easy stroking though they too could be retracted through portals designed similarly to the ones used for cock access. A head brace and oral spreader could easily be connected to the wearer's skull if one wished.
Once inside, there was no way out short of a third party opening the unit from the outside. Moreover, the entire thing had heating coils running through the lining to ensure whatever was inside would stay nice and warm. The best feature was the drainage filters on the bottom. Like a diaper, it separated the liquids from the solids. The latter stayed inside the unit while the former eventually found its way into a reservoir at the foot of the set up that could be detached and emptied. It basically ensured that the slop within would keep a nice thick consistency akin to toothpaste. "It was impressive really," Deborah mused as she and her sister Claire poured the shit from Saturday into main compartment, "Brenda and Gracey really outdid themselves here. They thought of everything."
"Nearly ready?" Gina asked as she entered with a platter of stuffed peppers and put them on the table. "Mia and I made a few extra. Maddie helped as well. She's got good instincts in the kitchen considering she's your daughter," the math teacher joked to her colleague.
"Anyone who can make toast is more impressive than I am with an apron," Claire returned with a grin. Despite her fitness, it was well known among her former classmates that Claire Miller couldn't cook to save her life. It's why her lunches at the academy usually consisted of veggies and dip. Maddie entered the dining area behind the first with protein shakes laced with everyone's daily supplements of Softserve and laxatives.
"I wonder if Miss Roundtree has ever thought of mixing the two together," she queried referring to the two medicines. "They do kinda go together after all."
"Phone her and ask after dinner," Claire shrugged. "Worth a question."
"Are you sure you made enough," Felicity asked spotting the mound of cooked vegetables and rice as she came down the stairs with a tray of buttplugs and lube. "What is that three each?"
"Four," corrected Gina.
"Four? We're going to be as pregnant as those two," she remarked jerking a thumb in the direction of the hot tub. "We'll all be shitting the entire evening."
"I do think that is the idea dear," Deborah commented with a chuckle as she watched the big butt of the Avery woman walk out into the yard to call in the kids.
"Lucky we have these then," the Asian woman remarked as she began making the rounds with the sextoys.
"Let me help," her colleague offered grabbing the lube. "Bend over, I'll do you first."
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The two former Ridgeway roommates walked hand and hand into the common room in the south wing of the mansion. The two Pang girls sat on the couch, the older Erica ploughing her piece into the anus of the younger Samantha using both hands as propulsion while the latter jacked herself with both hands and polished her crown with her tongue.
"Beanstalk?" Joyce queried, glancing sideways at Evelyn.
"Beanstalk," she confirmed nodding.
The redhead from Blackbridge Commons had heard of it and was told that it had been in use at the Christmas Cum Drive, but she hadn't seen it in action herself. Now she had.
"How long does it last?"
"Anywhere between three to five minutes after ejaculation," the blonde nurse answered. "It's rather handy that way. You can get yourself off with your mouth and then a few minutes later, you're back to normal with no one the wiser."
"I'm going to have to get some to take back with me," the other remarked.
"We can go to Mary Jane's before you leave," her friend suggested grinning. "They have all kinds of goodies there."
Joyce glanced to her left and saw one of those Cradle units. Its occupant, if she remembered correctly, the oldest Halversson girl Ingrid was humping furiously. She was being jacked through the throes of her orgasm by Maria's daughter Sofia while a brown anaconda from the administrative assistant meandered out of her starfish and into the girl's mouth. The activity was firming up her chunky member. She was also quite full and the strapped in blonde looked to have a hunger. "You mind if we pull over for a sec?" she asked her hostess nodding to the feeding going on.
"I've got something better in mind Stub," her past and now current roommate hinted pulling her by the hand towards a door beyond the floor unit.
"I haven't been called that in a while," she grinned as she was dragged along, referring to an old nickname given to her by Evelyn and Stella when they were at Ridgeway. All three of them were curvy, well endowed futa with thick tools that had double digit length. During their heyday, the girls were known on campus as the `Three Musketeers' because of their girthy tools. But of the three, Joyce's 10 inches was the shortest.
"No one from school in your department in Blackbridge?"
"Not since Aspen Richards moved on two years ago," the new arrival explained. "We never really hung out much anyway to be honest."
"You should find something down here, hang with me and Stella," Evelyn offered. A small smile and silence was the others puzzling reply. The pair walked through the door and into one of the bedrooms.
A beautiful looking brunette with short hair in a loose fitting mini had her back to them on the bed. She was hammering her rather large pipe into the anal passage another restrained. The latter's ankles and wrists were cuffed together and her legs folded back over her shoulders forcing her exposed ass to point upwards. The buzzing of a Cockblocker could be heard as well. The two nurses moved forward at the urging of the blonde to take in the rest of the scene. The girl on the bottom was jacking her Beanstalk lengthened rod with both hands as the previously detected unit both caused her to thrill and held her in check.
She had a rather fetching brown pixie cut and pretty facial features evident even through the head brace and oral spreader that she was trapped in. She also wore a leather collar around her neck attached to a chain leash. "Not much up top though," Joyce noted silently as she looked on.
"Stubby, you remember I showed you some vacation pictures earlier," her counterpart prompted, "the ones at our family's cottage at Walloon Bay?"
"Yes," she replied somewhat hesitantly, feeling for relevance.
"You see anyone here you recognize?" the Kendall woman asked pulling one of the photos from her pocket.
The redhead looked at the restrained girl and then at the image, then back to the girl. "No!" she exclaimed making the connection.
"Yep."
"Cody is a girlie girl now?"
"They both are," she revealed lifting the skirt of the thrusting first. "This is Tyler, Cody is her girlfriend...and her slave. The collar was put on by her."
"Does she eat-"
"-Like there is no tomorrow," the blonde cut in anticipating the other's question. She waved her hand. "Have at it, she's waiting."
"You hear that slave?" Tyler grunted as she sped up her plunging. "You're about to be fed even more."
Joyce mounted the rubber sheeted mattress and swung a leg over the prone toilet. She was going to really enjoy this. "How long has it been?" she asked and she shimmied back into position.
"Since just before Christmas; Tyler turned her in a week...with a bit of pharmaceutical help."
"Help?"
"Ephebifem; it's new. It boosts the feminine instinct in genetic males, makes the transition easier. Also makes them as horny as hell," she explained with another grin. "The body will come in time. We are using Sculpifil there, but Patricia is working on a variant with Jessica at the moment, something that works a bit quicker."
Joyce looked down once more at Cody and pulled her cheeks apart. She smiled. "This brace is different from the ones I saw at the clinic," she pointed out, "its form fitting."
"It's the latest adjustment by Gracey, the chauffeur," informed the other nurse. "It's nothing new technically, took her an hour to cook up, if that."
"The chauffeur?"
"She's a mechanical engineer."
"Why isn't she in aerospace or something?"
"Can't say. What I do know is she has a hell of a set up in coach house down the way. She has every tool, machine, and tank imaginable, plus multiple 3D printers. She could build a war in there if she so chose."
"Interesting," she took in with raised eyebrows turning her attention once more to the encasing metal. "I'll be able to completely smother her with this one won't I?"
"That's what it was designed for."
"What's the triangle on her forehead for?"
"You'll see. Enough questions! Sit down and shit already woman."
Joyce hunkered down using the triangle as a guide and engulfed the one holed girl's head in her flesh. She sighed and allowed her sphincter to open. The lights in the room dimmed slightly and the big screen on the wall opposite flickered on displaying a direct feed to what was happening beneath her. She felt her pungent muck ooze out of her at the same time she watched it. Through the red lips it slowly flowed. She groaned in arousal. "This is so hot." She felt a hand on her cock. She knew it was Evelyn's. She leaned back to give her better access, eyes glued to the screen. "So hot."
"I thought you'd like it," the blonde smiled. "Its pressure activated. Let's get you to give me a load there Stubby," she urged softly as she continued stroking her friend. "A nice big load." She kissed the redhead on the shoulder as hugged her closed with her off hand. "A nice big load."
The ginger watched more and more of her filth wend its way down from ass to mouth as she was jacked. "This is so hot."
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It wasn't as if the living arrangements between them were new Florence reasoned as she fed the bespectacled Robin Finney another log of filth. She'd seen the list, while the Mason Quad consisted entirely of candidates that prior to their selection lived under the same roof, the other three had either required a new, larger home that could hold multiple families with numerous children or had in the case of the Hanratty Quad, the importation of a fourth communal parent. As she sat facing the back of the sofa, she glanced down at the bespectacled sophomore then to her right where white blonde Ruth Finney was offering the same feast to her youngest Deirdre. "No, the Hardin, Finney, and Mitchell families had been fucking under the same roof for a while now," she mused.
Even the idea of raising their children communally wasn't new as they had been doing that since they combined their three brownstones into one unit. The middle one, ostensibly belonging to her family had been renovated to contain all of the main common areas. The large entertainment room was located in the basement and opened into the backyard; the main floor was dominated by the main lounge they were gathered in now. It contained several islands of furniture and a large fireplace. The kitchen and dining area were located on the first floor. Each of the chambers also had a balcony that opened to the back. The house to the west, the first one the Finney's had moved into was now the domain of the children with the entire first floor one giant bedroom accompanied by a large bath and walk in closet. The main floor had a smaller TV lounge and a communal study and the basement was split into the laundry room and seasonal storage.
The third unit, on the other side of the main one was devoted to the four adults. Like the children, the first floor on this side was similarly arranged. Below on the main floor were home offices of each of them as well as a small lounge area that acted as the hub. The basement was split between a root cellar and storage. Dumbwaiters linked the kitchen and laundry room to all floors and the top level of all three units had been converted into one giant sunroom and greenhouse with balconies front and back. "We're going to have to give Melody a tour once we get all of this out of ourselves," the mayor reflected sardonically well aware that the futagen had been here for a few hours now and hadn't seen anything beyond this room.
She smiled down at the caramel brown haired sophomore. Introverted Robin was her favourite of the twins and her preferred partner among the kids as a whole. Though incredibly smart, she had an innocence to her, a pliancy in her reservations. That said, she would surrender any claim real or imagined she might have on her if what she thought was happening indeed was. She could see the feelings teenagers get for each other blooming in the past few months between Cassandra and her. It would only be a matter of time until it solidified into something deeper and more formal. "It may have already," she remarked inwardly well aware that teenagers don't always tell their parents everything. As it was she had been deferring to her eldest daughter lately when the three had been in the same room; she had already pushed a meal into the Finney girl's mouth earlier.
The mayor glanced around the room as another of her tasty brown ropes wormed its way out of her and into the waiting maw of the girl sitting on her haunches behind her. Cassie was pounding her pipe in and out of the ass of Eleanor Hardin from behind while the latter's sister Iris was drilling her pussy much the same way. The trio were gaining speed and closing in on their release. Her daughter's eyes were zeroed in on the feeding Robin. Mother could see the effect the sight was having on her child and pulled her cheeks apart of give her a better view.
Another island of furniture had been commandeered by Raven, Olivia, and Ellery who were welcoming their new sister, Melody Mockingbird to the family. It had been Iris who had happened on the surname. They had decided long ago not to go the hyphenated route. It was too unwieldy.
"She has mischievous eyes," Ruth noted as the four looked at the file on screen.
"She does, doesn't she?" Florence agreed.
"It's as if she is laughing at someone without actually laughing," Eleanor nodded.
The four of them had thrown up suggestions and just as quickly batted them down. `Jester', `Joker', `Riddler' `Witt' `Cutter' and several others had been launched as trial balloons and shot down.
"How about Mockingbird?" Iris asked suddenly. "It has a musical theme like her first name, yet still maintains that mischievous quality."
"Melody Mockingbird...it rolls off of the tongue right," Ruth pointed out. "It has the same syllabic structure."
"I like it," Florence declared as Eleanor nodded along with her.
It was Ellery who had suggested it. Ever since the New Year's Eve party at Gemini's it had been her favourite thing to do if one was to be played with by many; as was the case here. The naked Melody Mockingbird lay on the coffee table the three of them sat around. Legs folded above her, each of the futagen's ankles were tied to their corresponding wrists. These in turn were roped to the upper ends of the legs of the furniture. It left her completely exposed and at their mercy. Raven was sawing three fingers in and out of both her pink and her brown. Olivia was using both hands to stroke her six inch cock and massage her gonads.
The girl was humping rhythmically to the ministrations, lost in arousal, as Ellery kissed her softly. She started with her navel and slowly worked her way through her breasts eventually finding her mouth. She slid the base bar beneath her scalp unseen and then placed the top half of the head brace over her face and locked it in. It was then the girl began to put up as feeble fight against her body's desires. The young Hardin brunette looked at the nearly white blonde Finney twin. Moments later Melody arched, her mouth opened, and the oral spreader was slipped in.
Now trapped, the futagen's eyes were alternately wide with fright and half closed in lust once her head was enclosed and her lips forced open. She had remembered the clinic from before Christmas. She had watched how Penelope had used Amber as a toilet at night in the weeks since.
"I know you are a little scared now, I was too at first," Ellery explained as she gave her little kisses. "But you will love it in the end, just like I did."
Melody watched the girl stand up and walk around to the end of the table before squatting over her, placing her urethra over her mouth. She pinched her nostrils and pissed down her throat as the pace at which she was stroked and fingered increased. She had no choice but to swallow as the girl above emptied her bladder. It was a tangy and bitter taste and yet as she drank her hips continued to flex and she was nudged closer to her end. Even as she gulped down the foul yellow liquid, even as she was pushed down the path of depravity, she was aware there would be more. And there was.
The girl rose and washed her face with the last of the stream, then lowered her rosebud over the forced opening. "Shhhhh," she whispered as she looked over her shoulder at her new sister. "You will love this. You really will." The masturbatory momentum picked up yet again, her lust was speeding along to its cresting now. The sphincter above blossomed and Ellery's filth flowed from it with a crackle. Through her lips it coiled, onto her tongue. It filled up her mouth. Her nose was pinched again. Her throat reflexively worked the pasty bitterness deeper into her existence as her maw was filled again and again.
She knew she shouldn't like it, she knew she shouldn't. But somehow out here on the peak of her wave she was at peace. She began arching wildly; she was cumming now. She could feel her girl juice gush from her pussy. She could feel her white goo shoot from her cock. Her release was overwhelming. She had never felt like this before. And all the way through her throbbing and throes, she was fed more and more of the girl's precious brown prize. She was hazy in her hunger. Two instincts became one. Somewhere from within the fog, came the realization. "Ellery was right. In the end, she did love it."
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Alanna had always like watching others surreptitiously. It was when they were revealed. All the pretense stripped away, all the layers of lies on the floor at their feet, their secret reality naked in the light. Most knew their truth, hidden as they may have kept it. But for some though, the exposure of their unvarnished existence was more surprising to them than it was to her. It was these last revelations she enjoyed witnessing the most. Sometimes she wondered if that was why she got into the profession she did. As mother continued thrusting her greasy pipe in and out of her daughter's rosebud, Alanna re-focused on the screen and the Finnish woman the family Davenport were pulling the strings on.
Back against the washing machine Freja immersed herself in the pungency of the woman that hired her and her beautiful child as her hand became the means to her leaking tool's end. She was humping in time with her strokes now more of the road to her debauchery visible in her mind's eye.
The rest of the day had been uneventful for the most part. She didn't mention the mess she had found in the restroom in the morning to anyone. It was her first day after all. A couple had left this morning. She had assumed it must have been them that had left the toilet loaded with shit. And besides she needed to be a part of this community for the sake of the twins. They deserved a better life than what they had.
As they had previously, the three of them made love again that night. She was happy they were getting along so well. They were wonderful lovers but for some reason, the memories of the morning just passed wouldn't leave her. As the two others filled her with their seed for some reason she flashed back to the restroom. Sitting on the toilet; feeling the shit push into her pussy; her cock hardening; the aroma of filth permeating her senses. She groaned as her cock reflexively geysered forth her cum and her girl juice puddled the rubber sheets. She couldn't remember the last time she had orgasmed so intensely.
Tuesday morning was like the one before it. A hardy breakfast, followed by the school run, then morning coffee with Alanna. It was becoming a routine. Just like before as she approached the restroom she could feel her anal passage start to fill. "This must be part of the routine now too," she had joked to herself as she opened the door. Once more the wall of stink enveloped her senses. She hardened immediately at the scent. She wasn't sure what was happening to her but she really needed to go. She squeezed her knees and scuttled across the floor to the toilet and stopped short. It was even fuller than it was yesterday!
She couldn't wait. She slipped off her panties and sat down on the seat quickly. Her logs started pushing out her immediately...and up against her skin. The mountain of filth in the bowl was indeed more impressive than the last but she couldn't hold back. More and more of her sludge oozed out of her and across her pussy and balls. It seeped inside and massaged her clit. She started to rock and squirm, she couldn't stop herself. Her hand fell to her stiff member. She began stroking as her mud continued to flow. She didn't know why she was doing it she only knew she had to. She didn't know when but at some point she had dipped her hand into the bowl and lubed up her shaft with her own feces. Her hand was a blur on her cock now, sliding up and down smoothly as her sludge teased her clit. She had another hand, yes, yes she did. Without a thought, she stabbed it down and into her shit filled cunt. In and out it pistoned, mashing her love button again and again. And still her filth flowed from her sphincter. Her cresting, if anything, was even more powerful than the one she had the previous evening. She squealed with her dual release, her jets of cum striking her chin, her face, soaking her blouse, the sheer amount was nothing she had ever done before. She shat, she pissed, she came. Again and again.
Freja was sprinting towards her release now. This would be the second time that the smell of shit and brought her to orgasm today. The restroom today had been much the same as the day before and the day before that. Only today she had looked forward to her morning ritual. Between her thoughts of toilet duty and the funk that now clogged her nose her cresting was imminent. And as she climbed ever higher so were others.
Alanna's pace had increased as the redhead's had. She was plunging furiously in and out of her daughter now as she jacked the girl's pipe. The scene before them was incredibly arousing. They were standing on the edge of their bliss now. The hotelier's head started to buzz, her cock throb. Brandy's anal passage began to squeeze her piece as the girl's tool pulsed.
Freja groaned and arched, her cum launching itself into the air as she drowned her nose in their mutual pungency. Over and over her goo fountained from her crown, thick and creamy. Again the amount of her seed surprised her. But she wouldn't stop, couldn't stop. She would pull ever last bit of her prize from her balls. "Yes, more, more," she muttered pumping her piece. "More."
It was much the same on the other side of the lens. The Jarvela woman's carnal display had pushed the family Davenport into ecstasy. "Cumming!" Alanna groaned as she began firing salvos of her seed into her child. Surge upon surge of her pearly goodness painted the girl's rectal walls.
"Me too Mom, me too," panted the girl as her cock followed suit and she followed the others into rapture.
End of Chapter 57