Meadowvale Academy Chapter 59
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 59: Placements Part 4
There had always been a bit of something between Tammy Winchester and Fiona Morrissey, she had seen it at practice. Wakiya Morningmoon wasn't even sure they knew it until just now. "That was the best kind of love," she judged silently, "the kind that sneaks up on a couple unexpected until there is a sudden mutual realization of their romantic bond." She looked on as the blonde third sacker carefully removed the head brace from her positional opposite and released her arms.
"Perhaps one day I'll find that too," the power hitting left fielder reflected. So far all of her relationships had merely been couplings of convenience. Unless something happened soon, she'd have to go shopping for a prom date. Not that she was in any rush to lock herself into a commitment. "It might be a little less secure, but living out here without an emotional safety net did provide one with a variety of opportunity."
The eyes of the two younger players never left each other. "There was something pure there," the Sioux ballplayer noted. "That will last if they want it to." The blonde sophomore lowered her face to the other and cleaned her muddied cheeks with her tongue before sliding it into the redhead's mouth. There was a small pang of jealousy there, but only a small one. "As beautiful as that looks, I'm not quite ready to settle down yet," she declared inwardly. "My cock still needs to rock."
She looked around at the others in the barn. The Bonner twins were currently having their way with Hinata Kimuri, each drilling into a hole, front and back as they sandwiched the Japanese girl. The two Clearwater girls were scooping up sludge from beneath the bottoms of their neighbours with their mother, building a mound of mud that encased both girls. Hailey Ellis was jacking Tammy's fudgy member while Catalina was following suit with the younger Winchester. Alicia lay next to the rancher's daughters nibbling at the edges of shit pile casually, oblivious to everything else. The two elder owners of the farms were engaged in their own tryst, a more mature union lacking the urgency of youth perhaps, but none of the passion. Nipples pushed into her back and a hand found her tool.
"You look lonesome," Beverly Winchester observed wryly as she began pumping the senior from behind and kissed her neck.
The pair watched the young lovers find themselves. Their passion was shared between them as Fiona spooned more sludge into Tammy's mouth then delved into the mud with her tongue.
"They look beautiful together," the short haired woman stated, lubing her hand on her own juices and pushing two fingers into the senior's rosebud. "So beautiful."
Wakiya let herself be taken by the woman. Though she liked being on top, she didn't need to dominate every encounter. She was fine riding the wave of someone else's making. She leaned into the rancher indicating her assent. Moments later she was lowered to her knees and penetrated anally as the stroking continued. She spread her legs to allow the other better access and a second hand found her quim. In and out and up and down; the motions of her lust commenced. They watched one infielder straddle the head of the other and pull apart her fleshy orbs. Looking down from above Fiona sunk her sphincter down towards the willing mouth of her redheaded counterpart. A tongue emerged and scrapped the inner walls of her crevice, tickling her crinkled gate.
Tammy watched the parted cheeks descend and reached out orally to meet them. She no longer wore the head gear, but it didn't matter now. She was a willing shitslut, especially for her. The hand on her cock was bringing her arousal forth. She would cum soon. She hoped it would happen while she fed. Plush lips parted as the rosebud found its perch. Skin touching skin, it was an intimate union. The anal trembling of one was soothed by the tongue of the other. The bottom teased around the opening of the top, beckoning, beckoning. The flower blossomed within her ring of hunger. The bitter treasure she had been yearning for began its descent. Onto her tongue and down her throat the slow moving tide of fudge slithered. Each looked through glazed eyes at the other. Their fecal coupling had become manifest.
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"This had been quite a night," Jillian reflected as she canoodled in front of the fireplace with Kelsey and Hannah. "Everyone is going to be a wreck in the morning, myself included." She looked around the room. Doris and Becky had already retired to their room. The coachhousers were similarly paired off to her left around the flames. Like her trio, each twosome was shrouded in a padded rubber blanket. "These things will at least make cleaning up easier," she surmised. The nurse had quickly taken the emotional lay of the land. Stella and Sally Ann definitely had a connection as did Esme and Mila, though somehow all four were bound together as well. The third duo, the Maertens sisters, featured a younger dominant and an older submissive. Not altogether uncommon but always interesting to observe in public.
Then there was young Elke. Jillian had been watching the pigtailed girl for a while now as everyone's carnal mores were gradually sated and activity wound down. She had been feeding Amber hand to mouth a mix of her shit and cum until the younger girl simply drifted off into a deep sensual slumber locked in her bed of sludge. She had snacked on some herself as her eyes began to droop. Now she was draped over the futagen's soiled stomach using her arms as a pillow as she occasionally slid more pasty goodness through her lips.
The nurse disentangled herself from the others and slid out from beneath the blanket. Both her balls and bowels were full once again. Standing up, she sauntered over to the Dutch girl and used her muddy mouth to lubricate her tool before lifting the young futa's pussy onto it. She pushed Elke onto one of her Mesmermamillin laced breasts and she began to suckle contentedly. The Jarvis woman then returned to the others with her new toy and straddled the brown haired sophomore. As she carefully lowered herself to her knees Jillian spied a ridge of activity moving under the blanket from Hannah towards Kelsey's midsection. The up and down motion of a cock being stroked caused the dozing student to open crack open her eyes just in time to see the caramel coloured orbs descending.
The new tutor felt hands open her crevice wider, then a face wedge itself further inside. A tongue teased open her rosebud and plush lips parted in kind. Jillian began a slow build toward cresting as she slid Elke up and down on her warming member. She had been fed by Stella almost as soon as she walked in the room. Once the others had arrived from down the hill, the older sibling of the one riding her pipe now had done the same. She felt the mass within shift and meander downwards. Her rim was licked as it expanded more and then crackling heralded the arrival of the feast of filth. She glanced through her ringlets at the brunette below. Kelsey sleepily nourished herself on her mud, her swallowing reflexive. "Yes, this had been quite a night."
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She would have liked to visit over the Christmas holidays, but Mischa Koletova had drawn the short straw at the power station. As a result the electrical engineer had to run the skeleton crew on duty while most of her colleagues were at home fattening up on turkey and treats. The upside was the fact that while the rest were currently back at work after 10 days of vacation, she booked off an extra week. When you were on a long road trip, the extra time came in handy.
Not that she was overly resentful of her plight though. Taking this job had gotten her into administration after all. Up until she had accepted assistant manager's position at Stork's Nest four years ago, she was just another drone with a degree, doing other people's bidding even when said bidding was wrongheaded. It was isolated to be sure. Hell, it was a three hour ferry ride to the mainland and then another 12 on her bike to Blackbridge Common. She had to make that trip twice a year. It was a pain in the ass but at least she got to ride on the open highway.
The short haired blonde pulled her Kawasaki crotchrocket back onto Bidwell Turnpike outside of Skafferty at 9:30 AM. She could be in Meadowvale in another what, nine hours; eight if the weather held? If she stuck to the freeways it would shave an hour, but she usually preferred country roads down here. It was scenic and relaxing. And the throbbing of the machine between her legs was always an added bonus. The delicious vibrations were already re-steeling her member as she gunned the throttle. She thought that she had taken care of that problem with a morning blowjob from the maid. The girl was the reason she stopped here each time she travelled south. There was no special bond there, it was all business. But she was very good and for an extra bonus she would show up the night before and share your bed, as she had this time. No, she paid her handsomely for her services and as she understood it, she wasn't the only one. Apparently her `turn down service' was putting her through university.
"Good for her," she mused as she passed a mini-van full of kids. "It's good to have goals in life and better when you keep your eye on the ball." She had booked herself a room in the Ripplewood for tonight. She wanted her visit to be a surprise to her sister and kids. Natascha had always been the `safer swimmer' of the two of them. While she would willingly dive into the deep end of life, her older sibling white knuckled the hand rails surrounding the cosmic wading pool. So far as she knew the latter still worked as a gemcutter at the jewelers in town. "I'll bet she still had her daughters meet her at work after school," Mischa reflected. She decided that she would make her entrance there and then. But first she would need to look someone up once she got into town. "Just a few more hours sis, a few more hours."
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They had switched places after she had been fed the first time. They had switched places and untied her momentarily, just long enough to move her to a structure they called a Cradle that sat on a rubber mat, the centerpiece of its own island. Her legs were once more bound to her ankles above her. Like the table she had been on, it was a makeshift solution. The head brace had been removed now. They knew she had not only surrendered to her hunger, but that she was a willing volunteer. Others had started to gather, sitting on the surrounding furniture to watch once she had been moved. Melody Mockingbird was on a stage now, she had an audience.
Cassandra took in the goings on around her. This was by no means the first time the household had descended into mass mutual debauchery. They had actually prepared for it today. Rubber covered anything not leather and even some things that were. She grinned at the memory of the kids scrambling to get everything set up before the arrival of their new sibling. It had been quite a distracting undertaking but eventually surfaces that had needed to be protected were. And just in time for a chili con carne dinner. Now she and Robin canoodled in a nearby loveseat with a front row seat to the continuing corruption of the futagen and the others that had crowded around to watch.
Her mother Florence and Mummy Ruth sat opposite in a pair of plush wing chairs. Two more of her new siblings, Olivia and Ellery, methodically rose and fell on their cocks as their own members were stroked. Her little sister Deirdre was lying on her back as she gorged on the sludge of Mummy Iris. Mummy Eleanor meanwhile was slowly sinking her length into Melody's anal passage. Finally Robin's twin Raven was methodically filling the latter's mouth full of mud as the futagen was being jacked by the lawyer.
The redhead had taken over directing traffic around the Cradle and its occupant from her perch on the youngest Mitchell. The attorney had watched her law partner dump her fudgy load into the student under her earlier and was now doing the same. She wasn't sure if a third had, but the girl did have a bit of a stomach bump. "This would work well," she speculated. "Once Raven had finished, they would follow with Deirdre. That should put Melody over the top." She kept her stroking of the young brunette deliberate as the muddy flow of the white blonde Finney girl came to its end.
"That was fortunate timing," she smiled as the last of her logs meandered down the curly haired girl's throat. The first year dutifully cleaned the crevice of her feeder, the fingered a bit of waste from her cheek into her mouth. Raven slid off of the Cradle as Iris stood the Mitchell girl up and guided her to the seat just vacated facing away. "Spread your cheeks Deirdre, feed her everything you have. Keep your feeding slow and steady now; we need this to last."
"Yes Mummy Iris," the first year answered as she snugged the futagen deeper into her cleft.
"How many times have you fed today?" she asked taking a second look at the swollen stomach, a bit larger than she had thought originally.
"Four," she reported as she felt the Melody's lips encircle her rosebud. "There was you and my mom tonight. Miss Avery fed me in third period and Panda while we waited for the bus after school. Mom told me to fill myself up today so I did."
"Good girl Deirdre. Start feeding her now," Iris instructed as she resumed her stroking of the futagen. She then turned to the sophomore. "Raven perhaps the two of you can help each other out," she suggested nodding to their mutual thickening. The bespectacled girl quickly took a proffered stool and seated herself opposite the first year. They leaned into the other as their hands found a member not their own. The pair shared the fudge of Iris between them as the Mitchell girl's sphincter expanded and her filth began its nourishing journey.
The slight re-positioning above had broken the seal between feeder and fed so the others had a wonderful view of Deirdre's shit wending its way down, out of her rosebud and into Melody's eager mouth. It was a nice, even flow without pause but also without haste. The restrained brunette gulped the sludge methodically, developing the flexing of her throat as she was jacked incessantly by the rust haired woman. Her prostate was being rubbed by Mummy Eleanor's cock and her cunny was being played with too now.
All of the stimulation was warming her inside, beckoning her hips to arch in the rhythm to the probing, stroking, and swallowing. The melding of her appetite and her arousal was deepening now; it was becoming one and the same. Again and again she pushed the waste down, her tastebuds savouring the bitterness as the tide of sludge passed over her tongue. She could feel herself rising in desire as the speed at which her carnality was being molded increased.
Iris continued her tactile manipulations as she glanced around the room. The forging of the futagen's lust was definitely having an effect on the others. Olivia and Ellery were being slammed up and down on the twin missiles of Florence and Ruth. All four were nearing release. Cassandra Mitchell was mercilessly pummeling the ass of Robin Finney as she jacked the brunette in time. Out of all the cocks in the room, hers was the only one not being taken care of at the moment. "There would be time enough for that latter," she calculated. "Right now this was more important."
She signaled the others and again they sped up all around. She used her spare hand to feel the girl's stomach. She was filling up, her bump was growing. Her six inch tool was leaking constantly now and it was starting to throb. Her swallowing had quickened as Deirdre had increased the pace of her nourishing flow. Melody was humping frantically now. She was close, so close. She was going to cum, that much was certain. The only question was whether she had enough shit in her to saturate. Iris bent over and tongued the vein on the underside of the brunette's member as she jacked her. The fluid oozing from her crown began to colour a milky white. The discharges increased in volume, becoming creamier and creamier. And then arcing ropes of cum erupted from her cock.
Melody felt herself pumped again and again and each time more of her seed was pulled from her. Each swallow begat another surging from her balls. Each swallow beckoned forth a furthering of her need. This wasn't like before. This wasn't like when Ellery fed her. There was a beginning, a middle, and an end to her orgasm then. But as the coating of her anal walls slowly subsided, her creamy flow persisted as she continued to feast on Deidre's filth. Her hips had tired and slowed their roiling. Mummy Eleanor withdrew her softened pipe. The shit she had gorged on pushed into the vacated tunnel. She didn't try to resist. Her feeding and humping became relaxed as she surged repeatedly. The tide of sludge and semen rose and flowed over her loose rosebud, oozing down the crack of her ass and over her balls. It further lubricated the hand on her cock. She couldn't stop shitting. She couldn't stop eating. She couldn't stop cumming. Shitting. Eating. Cumming. She never wanted this to end.
One by one groans sounded from around the room. Melody Mockingbird's final degradation was carnally celebrated by all.
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They were maintaining a steady building rhythm now. Both were breathing heavily in their arousal. The display of fecal lovemaking that Fiona and Tammy were wrapped up in had pushed both Wakiya and Beverly towards their end. "This was so hot," the girl muttered to no one in particular as she studied the sophomores. The blonde had turned around now and had packed the redhead's mouth full of filth to bursting. There was a wordless exchange between the two girls as if one were dictating her wishes and the other announcing her subservience. The Morrissey girl lined up her hefty 10 inch girth and deliberately, implacably, pushed it through the wall of sludge prying open the lips below until her balls rested on the soiled chin. The withdrawl of her browned pipe was just as slow and then back in she went. As more and more waste was plunged downward, the pace increased until the shaft was furiously furrowing through the mud caressed by chocolate lips.
The Morningmoon girl felt the bodily buzz of her impending orgasm building. She was melting in her heat. And then she was blindfolded from behind, her mouth pried open, her head tilted back. Her face became trapped, imprisoned in a foul, fleshy cell. An endless length of mud began flowing down her throat and she was forced to swallow again and again. And each time she did the hand jacked her methodically. It was all too much. What distance there was between the Sioux girl and her bliss disappeared, the lightning of her lust arcing the gap between them. Her cum frothed forth in long ropes as shit from an unknown source was blindly fed her.
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"Come over here and say hello to Mummy Ellen," the sorority president suggested to the two girls with a smile. "You both look to be in a state." She fondled each of the hardened members once Trudy and Cali stood beside her. "Yes, yes, you do look to be in such a state," she confirmed softly as they gently humped to her ministrations. "Such a state." She indicated that they should kneel beside the Cradle and then turned to her daughter. "Cali, help your niece and sister. They feel left out. Use your hands. Maureen, come here now, you are needed."
The two youngest obediently took their positions as the honey blonde junior slid in between them and closed a hand around each of their cocks. The older woman having finished emptying, rose from the contraption, removed the head brace, and offered the bespectacled brunette her place. "She needs to fill her pants girl. Let's help her do that." She nodded and tossed her bob slightly, then parting her cheeks, backed herself onto the German girl's lips from above. Moments later her ass crackled and her first chocolate tube slid from her rosebud.
Maureen O'Conner had made Ellen Braddock proud since she had used her `Professor's Privilege' to claim her three years ago as a first year. She felt her daughter Casey would need a friend, a confidante when she started attending university. The two juniors had become inseparable, sharing the room they were in now, though truth be told, they spent almost as much time in the staff wing with her. "They even finished each other's sentences now," she reflected inwardly. She may have started out a chattel, but she was more than that now. She trusted the girl with the youngest as much as she did her own daughter. Unlike her eldest, the Irish girl still wore a collar, but hers was of a different hue, one indicating status. Slaves claimed by juniors and seniors work collars of grey with crimson or mauve trim depending on their placement within that hierarchy.
Slaves claimed by a staff member however, their collars were mauve. Their bond lasted their entire time at the school, but among the student body, they were royalty. Others in service idolized them, the freed envied them. And in Maureen's case, not even other staffers dare abuse their position over her. This was not to say they treated her any differently in the classroom. Ellen had made that abundantly clear that no student connected to her should receive special treatment. If anything, they should be challenged more. She wanted her charges to be at the top of their scholastic fields upon graduation. It was the only way forward. Both had chosen the sciences. Casey had gone into the bioengineering while Maureen had opted for the more specialized agricultural engineering. Their professors were pleased with the pair; as pleased as Ellen was now.
She sat on the bed beside the doctor and stroked her servant as the latter fed Lisbet. The first year's stomach bump was growing. "Janet, help her along now, take her in your mouth," the school matriarch instructed. She watched the collared frosh kneel at the other end of the Cradle and lower her lips over the cock of the Jürgens girl, then turned back to the Irish student. "So where is your Tanya today?"
"She'll be along shortly," the brunette answered as another worm of sludge worked its way out of her. "Her history lecture finished a few minutes ago. She should be on her way."
"I'll keep you warm for her dear," the woman smiled as she continued working her piece. "How is her training coming along?"
"Good, good," Maureen replied as she gently rocked with the stroke. "This felt so good," she thought to herself. "She may have graduated long ago but the sorority president had not lost a thing in terms of technique.
Dana, push down on Miss Jürgens bump for us please," Ellen directed. "Let's see if we can get her started."
Lisbet kept gulping down waste as her cock was bathed by in a mouth of mystery. She had heard Janet's name mentioned and knew she was in the room, but couldn't be certain. It was a pleasant buzzing she was feeling. She had already been brought to orgasm once while feeding. Now she had hardened again as she pushed in and out of the plush lips that surrounded her tool. With the ring in her mouth, she was not able to control or influence the flow of fudge. At first that had been a problem for the German girl, she had been a reluctant participant. But somehow she was coaxed, cajoled, and maneuvered into allowing Mistress Casey to strap her into the unit she was trapped in now. Once the ring had gone into her mouth, she had ceded all control of what happened next to the other girl.
Her first feeding was a battle between the bitterness being forced down her throat and the arousal of a hand on her cock, but her will had been able to remain above her desire. Once she had been smothered by the Mistress Ellen however, her world went completely dark and soundless. The flow of filth had been endless and through it all the desires of her flesh had been urged forth. Farther and farther down the path to her depravation the winds of her lust carried her. She warmed, she throbbed, and then she came. Her seed rocketed out of her steely girth over and over as she gulped down the muck of the woman.
She drank her piss, her face was washed, and then the ring was removed as a third prepared to feed her. The girl with the crown braids had never imagined it would be like this. She never thought she would willingly feed on another person's shit. Yet here she was with a chance to close her mouth as Maureen's ass lowered. And instead she parted her lips and provided an easy target for the girl. Her throat flexed, flushing down her third feeding in the last hour as her balls re-built their momentum.
She felt the pressure of hands on her stomach. The sludge that she ingested steadily worked its way down as she was squeezed from both sides. Her anal canal expanded as the serpent was formed. Lisbet blossomed below and then her gusset began to fill. Once the first log had been expelled, she forced more of the filth to follow. Another and then another length pushed out of her, the pasty brown tide rising now past her perineum and over her gonads. And on and on the relentless feast; closer and closer she beckoning of the lips brought her to fruition.
Ellen ran her hand through the carrot red hair of Tanya Weathersby as the girl soaked the shaft of her mistress in spit. The older brunette placed the hand of the younger on hers as she set the pace of the first year's servitude. Once she was comfortable that Maureen would indeed be brought to her peak she moved over to the side of apparatus, across from her two youngest charges. The Jürgens girl's slop was now oozing out of her Happy Pants, forming a pile on her stomach as Cali and Trudy looked on, the mound only inches from their faces.
Both were breathing heavily now, arching frantically against her daughter's fingers. She smiled at their distress and placed a palm on the crown of the two heads. "Time for your afternoon snack girls," she cooed softly and began to deliberately push down as Casey's arms re-doubled their pace. Their necks were no match for the powerful arms of the Amazonian woman. Slowly, implacably, their faces were brought closer and closer to the growing mass of mud. "Open now," she ordered. The pair obeyed. Their lips made contact. "Eat." Mouths chewed and swallowed as they were forced deeper into the sludge. She smiled grimly as her niece and her newest child heeded her wishes. "Cum," she commanded once she saw their bulging cheeks. Her eldest returned her triumphant expression as the erupting seed of Cali and Trudy splashed loudly against the side of the Cradle. They now had two more to teach.
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"So they tell me you provide a full menu of toiletry with your turndown services," Mischa remarked as she began removing her riding leathers. "And you use this contraption when you do?" she then queried nodding to the maid cart as she undressed. "What exactly is it? Show me"
"It is an electric milker," Freja began explaining, her French maid's uniform decidedly cut short. "The nozzle here fits over the end of my cock and when I feed, it pumps my cum through the connecting hose into the reservoir on the bottom of the cart."
"And you cum every time you eat shit?" the blonde asked giving the servant a long look at her crinkly brown hole as she bent over to step out of her panties.
"Constantly," the Finnish woman replied as her eyes glued themselves to the crevice presented to her. It wasn't always that way. She hadn't ever thought about scat play before she started at the Ripplewood Arms Bed & Breakfast a week ago. And now here she was seven days later, freely offering herself as a toilet to a complete stranger as casually as one might suggest something off of the house menu. And she was looking forward to it. She attached the milker to her slickened member and knelt down, sitting back on her haunches. She turned on the apparatus as the woman approached, reflecting on how she ended up here.
Freja had hoped her new found appetite had gone unnoticed with Alanna and Brandy, she had never felt like this before. She couldn't understand it. Had she licked the gusset of the panties she had held over her face in the laundry room? She had never cum twice in the same day that intensely before. What was happening to her? Now she sat in the office with the manager of the establishment learning how the books were kept. Her daughter, wearing jeans that had been painted on her body was bent over facing away from the pair, working on a hardware issue on the computer that the Finnish woman would be using.
The girl had such an exquisite ass. She hadn't noticed before, but it was perfect. Gorgeous hips, a lovely cleft. She had never been in a position to really study her crevice since she had been here. She wondered what it must look like under her clothes. She couldn't take her eyes off of her. "Beautiful," she thought hardening.
"I'd never heard of my accounting referred to in those terms, Freja," Alanna smiled as she nudged her back from her preoccupation with Brandy, patting her leg. She then continued familiarizing her with the books even though the redhead hadn't picked up a word of what she had said previously.
Alanna watched the goings on in the between the Freja and the guest with interest. All of the rooms had hidden cameras in addition to the `obvious' security units in places of public access. It was all part of the vetting process the community had asked of her, though occasionally there were other benefits, as was the case currently. The Jarvela woman had come a long way in seven days. Her hunger had prodded her along, guiding her to her logical end. Once the milker unit had arrived, they had added Bactromin to her daily regimen. It had only fed her depravity further. Now as she slipped the nozzle onto her cock and leaned back on her haunches in her maid's uniform she looked to be in her natural element. Yes, she had come so far.
She could sense the copper haired woman's distress as her tool slid in and out of her ass. Brandy had just padded quietly into the bedroom as she had done every other night since they had been sleeping together, but tonight was different. There was an internal conflict within the woman she was drilling that hadn't been there before. Both Davenports were of course aware of the internal struggle, they had arranged it. Normally the sophomore would add her layer of lust to the mix by becoming the top most part of a carnal sandwich. This time however she sat on the bed beside them but facing away and began stroking the cock of the Scandinavian.
Though the room was dark, Freja could still make out the shadowy crevice of Brandy's beautiful ass. She wanted so badly to see more. Alanna's hand slithered across the mattress and delved into murky cleft of her child with her fingers. Moments later they retreated, glistening. She humped softly against the girl's hand as Alanna's digits painted her face with stink. The pungency was overwhelming. It pushed her along as the carnal rhythms below continued to assault her senses. She watched intently as the younger girl straddled her chest. The hand approached a second time; she had not even noticed its departure.
More brown grease was applied, the aroma heightened. She tried to lick it when it but it slipped away out of the reach of her tongue, only to return a third time full. Her cheeks and chin were coated and then the skin beneath her nose. Her tongue curled around the digits as they passed and they slid into her mouth. The bitterness urged her further down the road of her corruption and she willingly followed the beacon of her arousal. The crevice moved closer, the fingers emerged once again slick with liquid mud. This time they pushed past her lips and she moaned as she savoured their taste. A second hand started massaging her clit as the first continued its fondling as Alanna's pipe plunged smoothly in and out of her anal passage, lubricated by her own waste.
Brandy saw her mother's nod; Freja was ready. Brandy backed her crack over the red head's face as she felt her mother pull her cheeks apart. Squirming slightly, she wedged the woman's head firmly within, prying her jaw open. The woman's tongue eagerly prodded her assflower as she felt the hands return to her cock and cunt. She let it blossom and her filth descended through the parted lips. She forced her shit relentlessly into the new toilet. It wasn't like she was trying to be cruel, but both she and her mother agreed that she needed to progress quickly. The faster she could develop her swallowing reflex the better off they would be. They had plans for Miss Jarvela.
Freja gobbled down the flow of muck as she was fed an endless rope of waste. All of the plunging and prodding of her most sensitive places had intensified causing her hips to vigorously flex as her depravity revealed itself. Her body was warming, her head buzzing, her oncoming release raging in anticipation. Over and over she pushed fudge into her stomach, hungrily devouring her desire. Buzzing, throbbing, melting. And then...cumming.
The copper haired woman removed her glasses, tilted her head back, and stretched open her ruby red lips. She had already been fed by both Davenports this morning; she could feel her balls churning. The blonde woman pulled her ass apart and seated herself on the face of the maid. "Hope you're hungry, I've been on the road all day," she warned
And then the deluge of sludge began. Freja swallowed methodically as it sluiced down her throat; each gulp triggering another surge of her creamy goo pulled from her by the milker. She pulled the woman further down, pushing herself further in. Her mind fogged over, her voluntary degradation asserting its will upon her. It was a re-affirmation of purpose. It was her mysteries revealed. It was her existence made complete.
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They had fed her throughout the evening. They had fed them both. "I wasn't expecting that," Charlotte ruminated as she sat with Jessica and Maria on the couch in the south common. Most of the children had gone to bed now. Even Cory had been unbound in the next room. Some time ago she had watched Sofia join the two girlie girls, but all was quiet within. They were likely asleep.
"Expecting what?" the doctor asked as she snuggled in closer to the Mason woman.
"That they would bond like this," she explained nodding towards the two figures in the Cradle. "This is better than we could have ever hoped for. A first day saturation followed by the paternal bonding with our shitslut? Tell me, when has that ever happened?"
The trio watched Astrid feed Imogen by covering her nipples in waste as the girl took turns suckling one then the other. And as she did she lightly thrust against the body of the woman. The mixture of semen and sludge could be seen leaking out where the two torsos met each time the girl slid on her slippery track.
"She was tiring now though," the executive noted mentally. Her humping had slowed in the past 10 minutes. She walked to the wall closet and grabbed a padded rubber blanket and brought it to the apparatus. "Does Baby Imogen want to sleep with Auntie Astrid tonight? she asked.
The girl nodded slightly as she suckled. Her assflower then bloomed and she pushed out a long rope of filth that piled up on the bald woman's greasy member. The futagen's offering was matched by crackling from within the Happy Pants. More muck forced its way out of the garment causing a filthy meeting of the tides.
Charlotte covered the pair with the blanket and turned down the lights as the other two stood up to leave with her. "Sleep well, Baby Imogen, sleep well."
End of Chapter 59