Meadowvale Academy Chapter 70
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 70: Coaches Decisions Part 3
Rhonda's pole and pussy continued to surge as Keegan and Megan relentlessly jacked and jammed her. Her ankles were now fastened to the spreader bar above and they had fitted her with a pair of happy pants, but these were different. In addition to the hole her shaft poked through there was an additional port below, overtop of her pink, it that could be open or closed, much like the feed pouch above. Furthermore, the off-white material it was made from seemed to be more porous than others she had seen. She still had to gulp her yellow flow but in addition to that, the thick stream was creating a widening stain on the front panel. Her piss worked its way around the garment spreading farther and farther covering her carnality in a warm squishy cushion. She had heard someone talk about urinary saturation, but she had no idea what they were referring to. All she knew was that she was offering all of her carnal fruits to whoever wanted them as she swallowed her golden nectar without reservation, with no thoughts beyond the visceral.
The restrained brunette watched her tits being milked by Heather and Lotti. The pair smiled when they saw her watching and altered the trajectory of their manipulations so as to add her delicious dairy to the flow of liquids she currently ingested. Rhonda heard a buzzing sound from behind her and then her hair was being shorn right down to the nub. They had unfastened the front half of the head brace though the liquid from the small tube washed her face as her skull was deforested. Something cool, some kind of paste, was spread over her now nearly bald crown. It had a pleasant smell, almost citrus like. A minute later she wore a creamy orange helmut. Georgina was standing over her now; she was completely nude and stroking her wonderfully thick cock. Her torrent of piss flowed from her as she slowly squatted. First it removed her recently donned hat of fragrant balm. Then it rinsed her uplifted face. Finally it settled on her mouth and her thirst was quenched once again as her own golden cascade was impeded by the blonde girl's girth.
Hovering just out of reach was a conversation she was having with the others in the room. "Beautiful, bald...educate her...your captain...lead you...set an example...follow...new understanding." The Mills girl then looked down on her and smiled as the last of her yellow fluids drained from her. Rhonda let out a small burp as Georgina caressed her newly chromed skull. "Doesn't that feel nice; a head free of hair? It makes it so much simpler to help the team by drinking from their amber fountains, so much easier to serve in others ways too," she cooed as she continued stripping the former captain of her volition. "Here let me show you another way you can help the team."
The short haired wrestler adjusted her position and slid her girthy footlong through her lips and down her throat. She had been slowly building herself up for this for a while, ever since her victory. "Swallow now, keep swallowing," she urged, teaching her how to deepthroat. "Good, good, Rhonda, good girl," she further praised as her balls pushed against her former rival's chin. "Next Lesson," she announced to the rest, as she smiled down once again with more malignancy and began jackhammering her pipe in and out of mouth without mercy. "Fuck her Face with Fury!"
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A relaxing overflow of shit bubbled up from Bettany's bowels. She could feel it slowly flow down over her cunt, balls, and cock, piling up on her stomach as she continued bringing herself off. Her throat flexed in time to her stroke as the beautiful dark crevice above fed her more and more of its delicious filth."Her teacher was right; this was the sweetest shit. It was like brown honey, yes, yes, brown honey." Over and over the fudgy goodness pushed down her gullet and by extension pushed up from her ass. Hands had spread it around her body. Her torso was coated; her member once pink was now brown. A thick bed of mud now covered everything between her groin and her neck. She floated in her fecal glory as she gorged again and again.
"Do you know if her mother has her on anything else besides Bactromin, Carettathol, and Seedomil 2.0?" asked Deondra as she lovingly clothed the girl in her own waste with Hannah and Sally Ann. The bell for the end of the school day went off.
"Let me check," the redhead offered getting up from the couch and wandering nude into the reception area of the office. The guidance counselor absently cleaned her fingers as she walked. "Foster, Foster, Foster..." She mumbled flipping through the filing cabinet drawer that held the student files. "Aw, here we go," retrieving the girl's folder. As she came out from behind the counter once more she felt someone looking at her. She glanced out in the hallway to see Sofia Garcia and Brandy Davenport grinning at her nude body and hardened member. "Talk about timing," she mused jerking her head towards the principal's office as if to invite the two caramel skinned sophomores along for her ride.
Sofia and Brandy looked at each other with glee and then back at Miss Clearwater. Gripping the hand of the other, they both nearly leapt across the hall to catch up to the older staffer, who grinned back at their exuberance. "Come along, you are needed," they heard her say as the Garcia girl grabbed the proffered hand towing her friend along.
The door to the principal's office opened and the pair were greeted with a full on view of two sport star Bettany Foster munching dreamily on an unending train of filth streaming out of the ass of the similarly athletic Cassandra Mitchell. The soles of the former's feet could be seen, now restrained over her head tied to a spreader bar. The upturned ass was constantly giving for a flow of sludge which was being smoothed over the ginger's body by Principal Gallagher and another dark skinned woman neither of them recognized, both of whom, like everyone else in the room, were nude. The trapped student's hands worked both her pipe and pussy and cum from both sources surged and flooded incessantly. For her part, the sophomore basketball center was jacking her lengthened tool with two hands, giving herself head as her bowels nourished the one beneath her.
The guidance counselor held the open folder in front of the principal and traced her finger along the list of pharmaceuticals the girl was on, tapping her finger beside one in particular. The shorter woman grinned and slid her hands up the senior's body until they found her nipples and began kneading her soiled tits. It took a few minutes, but soon small spurts of breast milk bubbled through the brown bra of sludge, followed shortly by long graceful white streams of mammary fluids, adding yet another stimulus to the Foster girl's carnal confession. Sally Ann smiled as she turned back to the latest arrivals who were completely entranced by what was unfolding in front of them.
"Silly girls," the Clearwater woman murmured as she undressed first one then the other. "School is over for today, no more need for these confining uniforms. "You like watching beautiful Bettany get fed don't you? It's making you both so nice and hard," she cooed as she greased up their organs with Beanstalk. "So hard," she repeated as she brought the hands of each to the stiff member of the other. "Stroke each other now, make the cocks nice and long," the guidance counselor instructed as she coated her own pipe as well. She leaned back against the wall just inside the door pulling both of the pre-occupied girls with her. She squeezed the two students together and began to thrust, using the lack of space between them as her own private fuck tunnel. Through lidded eyes the trio continued their voyeurism as they slowly climbed their mountain of desire.
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"Milking in ass, no making with cock, only milking, yes?" Irina directed Maria Garcia as she strapped a chastity cage on the Dimetrescu girl that denied access to both her cock and cunt. "She must no orgasm, only drip, drip, drip."
"Got it," the administrative assistant smiled as she watched the steady swallowing of Veronica.
The tall woman then undid the girl's cuffs from behind her back and moved them to her front, knowing that despite their proximity, she could do nothing to pleasure herself. They heard her whimper at the cruelty as she fed directly from Sofia's ass.
"Have you started doing this with my daughter yet?" the curly haired organizer asked her counterpart.
"Later, we make later. Much things to learn first. I go feed Sofi now," she stated as she saw Ruth finish pissing down the young Argentinian's throat.
You hear that; there will be more shit for you to eat." The dark skinned woman leaned in and kissed the girl on the cheek and then began pumping three fingers in and out of her ass. "Good girl Veronica, good girl," she cooed into her ear when the latter met her massaging with thrusts of her own. Presently her restrained cock resumed its slow leaking into the bowl below. "There we go, drip, drip, drip, just like Irina said. All that shit making your balls so big and full. I'll help you make them small again bit by bit."
The senior had been here a lot lately. She hadn't cum in 10 days. Her Ukrainian mentor seemed to be stretching her out. This was the longest she had ever been denied. But usually she was wearing a Cockblocker. It was only recently she started using a chastity cage. She had told her that this would be the final lesson she would teach her before she went off to Ridgeway. When she had first been recruited by Iris, she was a brat who thought she knew it all. Yes, she served her mother in the mornings, but reluctantly. She had never been able to rid her of that rebellion. Like all apprentices she learned later, as soon as they passed through the door they were handed off to Irina. And now, because of her, she served willingly in any way asked. She had helped her so much. Her grades had improved markedly year on year because of the discipline the older woman had instilled in her. She was captain of the debate team; her skills there were exemplary. Even in volleyball, a sport she never focused on previously, she had been promoted to the starting six in her junior year.
Veronica had grown accustomed to her daily milkings since they started in the new year, but tonight she was being put to the test. With all the sludge being forced down her throat her balls were churning faster than they were being emptied. She could feel her drippings start to thicken slightly, get a bit longer, as her new milker continued her massage. The Dimestrescu girl didn't know if this was her first time doing this, but it was her first time doing this to her. Could it be, could she have a cum? She had never been this close since she started wearing the belt; this was uncharted territory. She wasn't even sure if it was possible, but she wasn't going to let the opportunity pass. Her thrusting picked up in urgency, she hoped the woman didn't notice. Her face was peppered with kisses as she climbed higher and higher gulping down shit as she did so. Maria smiled at her, then looked down and pulled her fingers out of her ass, leaving her empty and on the edge.
"We going to need a new bowl, you're filling this one up too quickly," she explained as she stood up and walked towards the bar.
Tears welled up in Veronica's eyes as she was denied most cruelly. Her throat flexed repeatedly, pushing down the force fed filth and she realized that Sofia's mother Maria had indeed done this many, many times before.
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Mischa helped the now bald Natascha through the door of Gemini's after the latter had put in a couple of later hours finishing up an order for Monday. Her new hairdo was the brainchild of her new boss who had in turn borrowed it from her best friend Charlotte Mason. The older Koletova has a visible sludgebump under her new green mini. Since her toiletry had been renewed her wardrobe and needed to be expanded for precisely this reason. As it was, for those who didn't know better, they may have believed her several months pregnant. Her morning had started with a big breakfast consisting of her sister's shit as well as that from the Cready girls. Her stomach was already a little rounded before she even arrived at the shop. Marlena had called her into the office at about 11 AM for a six log feeding that ended up being extended to Brenda La Salle as well. The clothier popped in to discuss a piece she was designing for a client to go with an emerald necklace she had just finished. She was under her for 20 minutes munching down her mudslide. Lotti Schwartzstein added another three to her diet after school. It could have been worse. Apparently she had fed a fellow student that morning. The gemcutter's buttplug needed to come out and soon. She hoped they would remove the Cockblocker with it.
"I'm not going to be able to climb the stairs," Natascha advised her younger sister.
"Let's use theirs," the biker suggested, nodding in greeting to Katherine Cready tending bar with Erica Pang, who had recently started putting in time at the club, as they moved across the floor towards the restrooms. Though they were in a bit of a rush Mischa couldn't help notice the show taking place in front of the picture window up front. She couldn't see details from the outside as the crowd had blocked the view. Once inside however she glanced back to see Sofia Garcia strapped into a Cradle in a horseshoe shaped table digesting a fudgy feast from Ruth Finney. Other lawyers from their firm were at the table as well as the girl's mother. Their other apprentice looked to be siphoning a mucky meal from the first one's ass as one of the women, Irina she thought her name was, was making busy with her carnal undercarriage. "Almost there sis, almost there," she comforted as she pushed the door open and guided her into the fragrant chamber many in the community had tried more than once since the calendar turned, herself included. "Here we go," she further soothed as she hiked her dress, removed her panties and the imprisoning sex toy then backed her over the face of Regina Waverly.
Natascha groaned in relief as she felt her buttplug being pulled out by her sibling. She had neglected to remove the anal expander however and the resultant flood of waste buried the upturned head of the woman below even before she could attempt to lower herself.
"Let me help," the wavy haired blonde offered as she gripped the cheeks of her ass and spread them a bit more, slowing down her descent as she smiled over her shoulder at the one they now called `Peaches'. She placed her hand under the cascade of sludge letting a pile of brown stack up on the palm and then pulled it back just in time for Natascha's cheeks to touch down on the slippery landing pad that was Regina's face submerged in mud.
Despite her best efforts to remain over the woman's mouth, her muddy visage provided no purchase. The older Waverly grabbed the tops of her thighs in an attempt to steady her, or so she thought. Mischa had moved her hands from her bottom to her shoulders. For a moment she was held in place by the four limbs, but then the bottom pair started to pull back while the top two pushed downward. "Wait, wait," she protested weakly unable to affect the momentum physically, due to her fullness. The dress had fallen back over the cheeks of her ass as it slowly slid away from its temporary base, taking much of the obscuring mud with it. The gemcutter tried to hook her knees on the edge of the rim to stop her reverse but the pressure continued as Regina ran her tongue up the underside of her cock from her balls to her crown. She groaned and momentarily slackened at the oral caress. It was all the two needed. Her flow of filth was now piling up between the tits of the older woman below as she felt her mini touch the fudgy surface. Natascha's shocked and desperate gaze darted between the two smiling women as she was drawn further into the home of the other two shitsluts.
"Shhhhh," Mischa soothed her older sibling as she watched her legs straighten. "It's OK sis. Regina and Peaches have been waiting to meet you all week." She continued to push down on her shoulders, sliding her garment off of her shoulders and exposing her breasts. She was nearly now face to face with the bald woman pulling her under. Her cock was at its tipping point as her body became more and more submerged in the fecal stew surrounding her. Peaches leaned on her from behind and brought a full hand of brown icing to her mouth as Regina started sliding her up and down on her greasy torso. Only her body from the shoulders up broke the surface of shit as she gulped down the proffered nourishment, surging her cum into the already slickened path between the two of them. "There we go Tascha. I always knew you would be good friends." She sunk further and further into her re-born depravity. Even as she emptied herself into the pool she felt the younger girl's fingers massage her anal walnut.
"Suck on Mummy Regina's titties Baby Tascha, let Mummy Regina nourish her little girl," the older woman whispered.
Her initial alarm had long since faded. She was in a good place. The massaging of her prostate continued apace and she relaxed, bringing her lips to a most desired destination. Closing her eyes Natascha fed on the tasty mix of milk and mud from sludge coated breasts as she rode the thrusting rhythm, her balls churning forth ropes of her seed time and again.
"Good girl Tascha, good girl."
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Mirielle Beauvalier slammed her nine inches mercilessly into the ass of the new assistant coach Miss Maertens. This wasn't the first time the rookie swimmer had plunged the depths of the woman's anal passage. The day she had shown up at academy the caramel skinned girl had pushed a load of her brown treasure into her mouth and later taken her rosebud. And now, just like then, her incredibly flexible ass tunnel was giving her tool a wonderfully pebbly massage as she plowed in and out from above. She had taken a few other girls who were on Flexirectin since the treatment started spreading throughout the student body, but she hadn't come across one that compared to the Dutch teacher's skill in muscle manipulation.
She lay folded and cuffed in the middle of the floor on a rubber mat as the girl drilled down into her relentlessly. Beside her Coach Miller was pulling surge after surge of semen from her slippery shaft as Beate Bauer sitting with her back to her younger teammate fed the red haired woman a steady river of filth. She knew her two daughters, Elke and Mila, from Adderwood Middle School and Meadowvale Academy respectively. As she understood it, the pair lived with their aunt until her mother arrived in town over the holidays. Rumour had it that she hadn't been a shitslut prior to her appearance in town. She watched as the dark haired teacher aimed the creamy fountaining of her colleague into the descending fudge, providing an extra seasoning to her muddy meal. As the encircling flesh coaxed Mirielle's seed from her balls the girl couldn't help thinking that the woman below her was a very quick study.
Lorelei stood unsteadily between her two teammates on the landing looking down at the mass carnality taking place below. The two Bonner twins sandwiched Beate as the three knelt front to back to back. Each of the latter's lower holes were being filled by one of the sisters as Victoria rapidly furrowed the sophomore's mouth with her piece. Mirielle, Deirdre, Breonna and Breanna were swarming all over Bettany, who had been folded and cuffed opposite Coach Maertens on the same spreader bar. The ginger was barely visible beneath all of the bronze skin that had the senior squirming incessantly. Meanwhile the Dutch woman was being fed by Madison, the team captain, while her black haired mother pumped her seed into the brown cascade.
The Schwartzstein girl's nakedness glistened from head to toe as her cum had been lovingly massaged into every pore of her body by Riley and Dorotea after both had emptied themselves into her. Her sludgebump had grown somewhat now; it would be noticeable even by someone on the ground floor if they looked through the railing. The rest of the team was somewhat pre-occupied at the moment.
"We need to find you a place to sit Lor," Riley advised, "You're having a hard time standing at the moment."
The last wasn't entirely true but she did like the feeling of both of the bodies next to hers. Still it wasn't wholly false either. Thanks to Mistress Penelope, her stomach capacity and her ability to carry such excess around had increased substantially. She continued to work her lower body in the weight room, even as and probably because she had gained some extra pounds. Still a seat wouldn't be unwelcome.
The pigtailed swimmer above girl caught the eye of the Miller girl below and motioned to the head coach. She in turn looked up at the trio and smiled, tilting her head in invitation. "Come on," the medaled swimmer instructed as the trio began descending the stairs. "I think I've found just the place."
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The flow of filth from ass to mouth to ass to mouth continued unabated through the evening. The younger student was floating in a dream of bliss as the soft shit of others mixed with her freshly pumped semen. The delectable dish then descended as one through her lips and down her throat. Buzzing, tingling, throbbing; she hoped it would never end. The older one on the other hand lived a different story. Like the first she gulped down a relentless river of waste, but as she did so her body wasn't climbing to the plateau of the first. Rather, as her seed multiplied with her ingestion of brown paste and her balls grew heavy, her prostate was rubbed relentlessly and her cream was milked from her bit by bit. It wasn't that she didn't like the fingers on her walnut. No, the ministrations of Miss Finney, like those of Mistress Irina and Miss Garcia before her, had her humping backwards as her cum streamed into the bowl below with each anal stroking. But the thrill of orgasm was taken from her. It was a dull pleasure as opposed to an overwhelming ecstasy.
"Do you feel your cum being pulled from you lovely Veronica?" the white blonde woman asked as her digits continued their assault on her precious anal bump. "More and more, all of it into the bowl below. It feels so nice doesn't it? The more batter your Bactromin dosed body makes, the more we get to milk. You're being such a good girl, giving us your cream like this as you munch on all of the shit Sofia is feeding you. You are doing so well."
There was a small mist of happiness that mixed with the air of her desperation. She so badly wanted to have a proper orgasm but she knew that she would only have the fondling she was receiving now to cherish. So cherish it she did. In and out, in and out, deeper and deeper she sunk into her submission. Bliss, she was discovering, could find you even in places you would not think to find it. So long as her cum flowed she would have taken anyone's fingers up her ass. So when Wakiya Morningmoon squatted down beside her and pushed her fingers in, there was no protest, there was no modesty. She pushed back against her hand as she had all the others and closed her eyes as her mouth filled with shit and the bowl below filled with her pearly prize.
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The principal's office had turned into an after school orgy pit. In addition to the woman herself, Deondra Zondo, and Sally Ann Clearwater, plus the three students they had brought in to train a fourth, a few others had found their little cocoon of carnality. An argument could be made that it was not so little any more. Bettany Foster still lay folded and tied on the pull out couch. Completely covered in a thick coat of brown paste of her own making, only her head was still bare. Nurse Stella had taken over pumping her 10 inches which was still giving forth thick globs of her white cream. Her Aunt Doris meanwhile was plunging three digits into each of her lower holes connecting with both of the senior's most delicate places, her hands beckoning more sludge as well as girl goo from the ginger.
The two were peering intently at their subject as the Amazonian exchange teacher sat beside the swimmer and returned her fingers to her mouth again and again, each time coated in semen and shit. Occasionally, they would have an icing of her pussy juice added for good measure. The older blonde kissed her niece on the back of the neck as the pair continued their ministrations.
"This is like a `cycle of life' nature documentary," the doctor noted to the other.
"Luckily we're filming right now," the younger pointed out glancing up at the blinking camera mounted in the corner of the ceiling. "All we need to do is add a narrative track and we'll have another piece of the year end video review. She is so docile right now, so serene."
"Yes, she is, isn't she?" the physician nodded. "I don't know that I have ever seen someone find their type with such suddenness since I've been here."
"What about her?" Stella suggested, nodding towards where Esmeralda Clifford who was being taken anally by Sofia Garcia while Brandy Davenport furrowed her throat with her piece.
"Well, she already fed before we sent her off to Ridgeway at 17," the physician explained, "never mind what they had her doing up there. Her re-indoctrination had been quick and worth noting, but it's not the same as this. Bettany has zeroed in on big black asses specifically. Who they belong to doesn't matter for the moment; psychologically her addiction is starting to solidify. I couldn't have implanted this any better had I put her under myself. It's too early yet, but at some point we should do a study on what her reaction towards feeding from an ass outside of her type is. I'll bet that after her connection strengthens and becomes more permanent there will be differences."
"That's an interesting theory Aunt Doris."
"That's why they pay me the---wait, they don't pay me anything for this do they?" the physician joked.
"How fortunate it is that we enjoy our work then," the nurse followed drawing a laugh, as she scooped up some fudge and pushed it into her mouth with one hand as she stroked with the other. Stella looked around a bit more with an amused smile. Cassandra Mitchell was leaning against the desk as Mila Maertens, on her knees in front of her, was taking her entire length down her throat. Behind the latter, Sally Ann was plunging in and out of the artist from behind as she fondled her pussy and pipe. And now sitting in her office chair, a recently delivered dark blue FeederQueen, Principal Hannah Gallagher pushed her fudge through the lips of the nurse's younger sister, Kelsey.
"I wonder why they didn't use that today," Stella pondered aloud.
"We'll have to ask later," her superior replied, equally curious, as she glanced at the new arrival in the doorway.
"You made it," Deondra smiled as her eldest began to tantalizingly strip off her school uniform piece by piece, teasing the encased redhead who looked on somewhat eager, somewhat desperate. The teacher's gaze switched back and forth between her child and the girl she was feeding. "This is my oldest daughter Camisha. Isn't she beautiful? She has lovely tits and a nice big juicy cock." The bronze skinned student felt up her breasts and stroked her erect member on cue giving the swimmer a very public private show. "But you know what her best part is, don't you? I'll bet you do. Cami, show Bettany here your best part." The former did as she was bid, turning around and slowly bending at the waist as she pulled open her cheeks, her crevice almost touching the entranced ginger but just out of reach.
Bettany had never wanted anything more than the beautiful big black ass she was staring at now. It was sublime in its perfection. It wasn't quite as wide as the two teachers she had already dined on, but it was close. "So beautiful," her instincts agreed, "lovely deep ditch; scrumptious, crinkly flower; so beautiful." She reached out with her tongue but was denied as the orbs moved to straddle her shit coated torso. She whimpered in protest at the retreat.
"Shhhhh, lovely Bettany, shhhhh," Miss Zondo soothed, "she isn't leaving. Look here she comes now." Both watched as Camisha deliberately slid herself towards the upturned visage of her captive, bringing with her a wedge of sludge that submerged the bottom half of the Foster girl's face. The latter feasted eagerly on tasty quagmire as the teacher continued. "Did you know that Cami here is a senior, like yourself? You must have seen her around in a couple of your classes."
"I'm in your sociology class," the younger added, "you know, the one you had this morning?"
"That's right you were, sitting at the back."
"Yes, yes I was."
"Cami here has, like yourself will be attending Ridgeway Women's College next year did you know that? In fact unless I'm mistaken you've applied to be in the same sorority, Mu Upsilon Mu." The two Zondos watched the swimmer vigorously gulp down the waste until she had cleaned off as much as her tongue could reach. The other student pushed back a bit more, presenting the one below her with a new mound to devour. "You'll be two girls from the same small town going to the big city, attending a new school with all kinds of people you've never met before, living away from home for the first time. It's easy to get lost in all of that." She paused and caressed her hairline as she gazed down at the restrained girl with empathic eyes. "I'm sure you wouldn't want that to happen. I know I wouldn't want it for my Camisha here."
"I'd hate to be lost and all alone in the big city," her daughter echoed.
"You two should become friends, good friends; special friends; spending time together, preparing yourselves for university, for being out on your own. Would you like to be Cami's special friend Bettany?" the Amazonian woman queried as her child slid back until her parted cheeks rested against those of the other senior. The Foster girl quickly polished off the remaining fudge in front of her and commenced cleaning the cleft before her, her tongue slashing wildly, grabbing up whatever brown sustenance it could find. "It looks like you would like to be Cami's special friend. I think she would also like to be yours."
"I really would," she replied on cue as the two dragged her further and further down the rabbit hole of their choosing. "I really would like it if we were special friends. We could eat together at lunch. You could come over to my place for supper."
"That would be lovely," Deondra approved picking up on this new tactic. "You could meet my other daughter Kenisha; she is in her first year at the academy."
"And my cousins, Breonna and Breanna; they're juniors."
"And their mother Jerrika of course," the tallest smiled continuing her fingering of the red curls. "We all live together. We're one big happy family. It's crowded, but I'm sure we could find a place for one more, but only if you were Cami's special friend. You would like that though wouldn't you?"
"Please be my special friend Bettany; it will make university so much easier if we were. Each of us would look out for the other; make sure they had everything they needed. Every day, I would make sure you got everything you needed; every day. We would be so close, we would be inseparable." Her pretense dropped momentarily and she sighed as the redhead's tongue probed her rosebud and found its way in. Her anal passage was being thoroughly cleaned by the pink drill. "And when we came home...for the holidays," she started clearly struggling, "you could ...stay ay my place...or I could stay...at yours."
"I think Bettany has a need Cami," her mother observed. "Why don't you be a good friend and help Bettany with her need?"
"Yes, yes...good friend," she agreed in a bit of a fog as she melted on the other girl's tongue.
"Close your eyes lovely Bettany," the teacher instructed as she caked the rest of her face in mud. Cami is going to give you what you need."
The swimmer obeyed feeling the sludge cover her completely moments later. She could feel the tip of her next meal as it wended its way towards her hungry mouth. She let it slide over her tongue and through her lips. Yes, yes, this is what she needed. She would need it every day. Every. Day. The redhead pulled the hips of her special friend downwards with her muddy hands, locking her in place, as her river of shit poured into her. Again and again she swallowed and again and again she came. But this was so much more than that. This went beyond physical gratification; this was becoming in some way spiritual. The big black ass had become her new Goddess. The fecal feasts it offered were benevolent blessings fed to her from above. Once again, she was reborn in filth.
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"There only remained the end stop on Rhonda's journey now," Georgina thought as her girth fired salvo after salvo of her seed down the bald girl's throat. She glanced around the room at the other wrestlers who looked on eager to participate in the education of their former tyrant of a captain. She recognized the look; she had seen it before. She could almost read their minds. The big blonde reversed her position exposing her ass to her humiliated rival. "Though she is no longer the captain of the team, the Meloncowski still has a very important role to play in our success," the Mills girl announced to the others. Laughter erupted throughout the room when she christened the girl beneath her with her new nickname. "Yes, high school can be cruel," she mused malevolently as she looked down at her, "but no more cruel that you have been yourself."
She turned back to the others as she shifted her cheeks over Rhonda face forcing her mouth to stay open as she did so. Even as her seed surged thanks to her urinary saturation, shock registered on her face as she realized what was going to happen next. She was held fast though and while her mind protested her humping body had long ago sold her out. "As you all know, one of the main battles a wrestler must face takes place outside of the ring; the battle of making weight on the day of a match." Her new teammates nodded at the truth of the statement. Each had had bouts with this foe in the past. "Thanks to the Meloncowski here, we have a new tool to help us in that. Now granted as a heavyweight I do not technically need this, but as your captain it is my duty to lead you in all things. I would never ask you to do something I would not do myself."
Rhonda felt the sphincter expand. Her eyes took on a pleading expression but she knew there was no pity to be found in the room, not for her anyway. Shit began to push through her stretched lips. She could not stop it. Her neck was gently massaged inducing her to swallow, whether she wanted to or not. Down, down, down it went, unwilling gulp after unwilling gulp. The unrelenting hands on her cock, cunt, and ass only urged her body to betray her further. More and more poured into her, the rhythm of her gorging began to regulate itself. Whatever her mind might have thought was being drowned out by her visceral need to feed on the filth flooding into her from above.
Though the flow of her carnal fluids had slowed some as her piss splashed against the student above her, they now seemed to have been given a second life. The cascade picked up its pace. Others noticed the increased reaction to her sludgy feast. Clapping, cheering, and whistling ensued from all around. Her resistance to her new role on the team was slipping away as she humped with abandon. She could feel her release explode in intensity. Any misgivings were obliterated in the eruption of her bliss. One stood up and was replaced by another. "More, more, she needed more," her mind now cried. And more she was given. One by one they feed her their shit, then their piss, and finally, their cum. The recycled mud piled upon her and was spread about even has goo, semen, and milk was drawn from her. Her humanity was no more. The wrestler that had been Rhonda Malinowski ceased to exist. Only the Meloncowski remained now. Only the Meloncowski remained.
********************************************************************************************************Bettany was folded and restrained to a spreader bar by Breonna and Breanna Zondo, Mirielle Beauvalier, and Deirdre Mitchell. She glanced over her shoulder momentarily and saw a stuffed Lorelei Schwartzstein flooding the new coach's face with her sludge, unconcerned with accuracy, only emptying her overfull stomach. Miss Maertens, attached to the same apparatus, devoured the brown mound in workmanlike fashion. Coach Miller was pumping cum from her stiff shaft into the pile while her daughter Madison massaged the bound woman's clit with three fingers. For her part, Riley Halversson sawed a further trio of digits over her prostate as she plunged through the tide of fountaining fudge while Dorotea Delgado had taken both of the Dutch woman's nipples prisioner.
She returned her gaze to her own imprisonment as she felt hands find her body. Breonna pumped her hardened pipe while the other twin filled both of her holes with her digits, rubbing each of her buttons repeatedly. Deirdre and Mirielle were focusing on her tits. She could sense the now familiar scent of Milkmade and knew what lay in her breasts immediate future. All were now naked. Just looking at the four bronzed swimmers from this distance caused her lust to leap within her.
"My sister told me about you," the youngest revealed as she spread the balm on her breasts. "She said you loved to eat shit from big black asses."
"My aunt said the same," one of the Zondo girls confirmed.
"So did our cousin," the other followed.
"She already knows what my shit tastes like," Mirielle pointed out. "I fed her at the spa the day my mother turned her."
"How was she?" asked Breanna.
"Our lovely Bettany has a very, very talented mouth," the Beauvalier girl replied.
"Aunt Deondra told us she has a hunger that just won't quit," Breonna informed.
"That's good to know. I ate a ton at that restaurant on the way home," the Mitchell girl remarked.
"I did as well," the sophomore nodded as the two continued kneading her nipples.
"I think we are all pretty full of shit," she heard one of the twins say as the Beauvalier girl handed off to her younger teammate and swung her hips around.
"Yeeeeessss, four big black asses, all full of shit," the latter re-affirmed as she slid back towards the mouth of the redhead. "Well, five actually if we are counting the waitress at the restaurant. "Of course we knew about Frannie, that's her name by the way; we know you never bothered to find out."
"We arranged for it to happen," Breanna divulged as the girls shared a grin. "That's why I squirted you with the mustard."
"Once you saw her lovely brown butt under her uniform, you were lost," her sister noted. "We watched it all on our phones."
"You certainly do like eating the sweet shit from big black asses, don't you lovely Bettany?" the second year asked rhetorically.
"Camisha said she feeds her once a day," offered one of the juniors
"Really? Only once?" exclaimed the second year in mock surprise as she docked her rosebud on the open mouth below. "Do you think it would be OK to feed her *more* than once a day?"
"She did ask us to take care of her this weekend. She never did specify," the Breonna admitted. "Aunt Deondra thought it was a good idea too."
"Well, if your Aunt Deondra thinks it is a good idea," Mirielle reasoned as she caressed the red curls and felt a tongue aggressively invade her rosebud. "Who am I to argue?" She hunkered down a bit more to firmly bury the ginger's face in her crevice. "Who am I...to argue?" Her rosebud bloomed and her soft serpentine sludge wended its way through the willing lips below. "Not arguing here; nope, not me," she murmured as she fed her older teammate which in turn triggered the latter's saturation.
Bettany swallowed and surged rhythmically as she dined on the delicious brown delicacy for the second time today. Wave upon wave of filth forced its way down her throat, but it was a welcome invasion. First Mirielle, then Breonna, then Breanna, and then finally Deirdre. Each fecal feast tastier was than the last. Each one was guiding her further and further along her path to depravity. Each one spurring her cum to boil up from her balls again and again and again. She realized it simply didn't matter to her any more whose beautiful black ass she was feeding from, she would willingly offer up her mouth anytime one presented itself to her. She couldn't help herself. She didn't want to help herself. She was helping herself. "Helping, yes helping," she murmured between mouthfuls as her seed continued its constant eruption, "that's what she was doing, helping" Charity indeed started at home. Her hips humped her cream into existence over and over as she gorged greedily in the dark. "Helping."
End of Chapter 70