Meadowvale Academy Chapter 82
These stories involve anal fingering, anal fisting, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, lactation, mind control/behavioural training, non-consent/reluctance, orgasm denial, prostate milking, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, sitophilia, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 82: The Girls are Back in Town: Part 6
Elisha Braddock had followed Sally Ann Richardson atop Georgina Mills as the others had by now begun scooping the excess shit from the reservoir and mummifying the senior in her own waste. The practice was fast becoming almost a ritual of acceptance, a ritual of love among students, teachers, and patrons alike. Like the guidance counselor, she had emptied her balls into the mouth of the Davis girl while she fed the blonde senior, casually snacking on the fudge at her fingertips as she did so. Eventually though she emptied and somewhat reluctantly was helped down from her perch by the big redhead who gave her an understanding smile as she did so.
"You could have stayed up there forever right?" the Meadowvale staffer sympathized, momentarily folding her into her arms. "Me too."
"She will make a great addition to the sorority in September," The Dean of Economics informed the other as she watched Lorena DeLeon mount the platform to take her place. "I'll be sure to let the Petrova sisters know just how well she has performed here today. I'm sure they will be pleased." She turned to Lily Foster. "Girl, to me now; It is time to go."
"Where are you off to then?" asked Sally Ann.
"Family re-union," answered the professor over her shoulder as she led the bulging student away.
The pair wandered amongst the bodies of futas writhing in lust. The smells and stinks of shit, piss, and cum had long overtaken those of the savoury creations that had been produced by the kitchen of Gemini's, not that anyone cared. If anything all of those present reveled in their fecal freedom. To be sure, there would be quite a mess to be cleaned up afterwards but no one was thinking about that now, no one at all.
It looked like Hideka Aiuchi and two of her daughters were making their way towards the shitpit in the middle of the floor Elisha guessed as she watched the trio walk at a stately pace led by the matriarch. She had a table at Visitation Day pretty much every year lately. Either one of her granddaughters was preparing to enter Ridgeway or one of them was a carnal envoy sent to give Meadowvale seniors an idea of what to expect once September rolled around. As it happened two of her lovely descendents had been a part of this year's party. Tomoko, the eldest had started the string four years ago as one of those gaining her first exposure to Mu Upsilon Mu. The next year she had returned to show those a year younger what she had been taught. 12 months after that it was Reika's turn to learn. And now, both lounged luxuriously in the shitpit, Reika with her head resting in the lap of Tomoko. The younger was eating handfuls of sludge scooped from her surroundings as she humped leisurely upwards, offering the nozzle attached to her cock the creamy product of her loins as she added her own waste to the pool.
A bit further on three younger girls, Elisha doubted any were older than 15, were a tangle of arms and legs. A fourth, a blonde bombshell about a decade younger than herself with short wavy hair and a mischievous demeanor was helping two of the others, younger relations by the similarities between them, strap the third into one of the many cradle units in the room. Her skin a shade of latte and her hair long dark ringlets flowing behind her head, she was being fondled incessantly by whichever hands weren't restraining her at the moment causing her to squirm and thrust. Gradually however, her freedom was curtailed more and more even as her lust was built higher and higher. The youngest of the three blondes, somewhat gawky but with short crinkled hair but a beauty nonetheless spread her cheeks and lowered herself onto the upturned face of their prisoner. The second, her older sister if she had to guess, pushed a rather large cock into the shadowy rosebud before her while the eldest began stroking the leaking cock, her pale hand a contrast to the dark meat she was her fingers were wrapped around. The girl on the bottom humped upwards rhythmically as she blissfully swallowed the sludgy snake that slithered through her lips.
The Koletovas tend to overwhelm with numbers," Sigourney DuBois explained bringing her out of her reverie. "One of the managers of this place was telling me about them earlier."
"They certainly do seem to be effective," the other professor admitted as she smiled at her taller counterpart, reluctantly loosing her eye's grip on the nearby scene.
"They live upstairs with the Forsythes and Creadys," the tall dark Amazon revealed. "All of them are toilet trained but it is the fourth one who is the true shitslut. She isn't here right now apparently. According to Keaton, she helps out at the club on weekends."
"Sounds like a talented family," Elisha commented as she watched Bettany Foster clean the wide brown crevice her face was wedged in. Three girls, two she recognized and had actually fed recently and one who she suspected she would be feeding soon enough, spread the shit that had piled up on the girls bulging stomach about her body thickening the bed of filth even more. Despite the six busy hands, none were currently fondling her cock or her pussy. For that matter, given the size of the bump she was sporting, the teacher was somewhat surprised that the girl wasn't constantly pushing up her own waste.
"I closed her off a few minutes ago when I was half done feeding her," the DuBois woman informed her counterpart as if reading her mind. "I wanted her nice and full when the two of you arrived. How is she?" the taller asked nodding to the wavy haired student beside her.
"Lily?" Elisha smiled as she fondled the girl's tool eliciting a groan. "Oh, she's full, she is very, very full aren't you?" The girl nodded obviously beginning to cramp up from the amount of fudge she was holding. "She was fed six times today before I pushed my load into her. Eight nice juicy logs, she ate them all." She led her chattel over towards the cradle where her younger sibling lay strapped in and buried in mud. "I've kept her plug closed the entire time. She has such a wonderful bump now." The younger Braddock looked down lovingly at the redhead. "Just like you do, my beautiful girl, just like you do."
"I'm starting to understand why you insisted we try this," Sigourney nodded as she fit both Foster girls with a head braces and oral spreaders.
"We can teach them a lot, but to me this will be the lesson that that will stay with them forever," Elisha concluded as she guided the older sister over the face of the younger. She pushed down on her shoulders and steered her descent until she heard the audible click of Lily's anal spreader locking onto the mouthpiece of her carrot topped sibling. The kinesiology professor's firm hand gently forced the brunette's head downwards until the round holding her lips apart locked onto the metal ring serving the same purpose for the rosebud before her. The large woman placed her second hand in the middle of Lily's back and began pushing her to and fro starting a rocking motion between the two girls that caused their stiff cocks to fuck through the thick layer of sludge between their bodies. The Electric Sludgetunnels established in both directions, Dean Braddock smiled and pulling out her cellphone, tapped on the controls of the anal spreaders the two girls wore.
Lily was beside herself with her need to empty. Her Mistress Mother had left her full for long periods of time before but never this much. And now even as she was placed over the mouth of her little sister, her own lips were firmly locked onto Bettany's rosebud holding back a load every bit as large as her own. Even as she pushed out the massive amount of sludge that had been trapped within her for so long, she would be forced to refill her stomach every bit as quickly. She felt the buzzing from her anal canal as she heard another from in front of her. Her fecal flood pushed out of her, a deluge of filth. Just as violently, a tide of mud rolled over her tongue and down her throat from below.
But there was more, something she had not noticed before. There were holes in the ring. Even as she franticly gulped down the continuous snake of shit, just as much gushed out of the gaps and onto her face. Wave upon wave of muck pushed into her and over her as her own waste poured out of her assflower and overwhelmed her younger sibling. She closed her eyes as her face was quickly submerged in a crater of waste. Hands took the excess as it spilled over and built up the walls around her head until her entire skull was coated in filth. She could feel her own brown banquet piling up against the cheeks of her ass as her sister's face was also buried. And through it all, the two of them rocked, back and forth and back and forth.
The two pipes slid past each other now through their tunnels of shit as each of the Foster girls crept closer and closer to carnal eruption. More and more they fed on each other's filth, reveling in their appetites, the building of their bliss wildly leapfroging their cravings. And then they were finally entombed in that which they both hungered for. It was silent, it was dark. Nothing of the outside world existed anymore. There was only the nourishing flood; there was only the beckoning of their release. Their mutual orgasm was sudden but welcome. Each felt the other's jets as their cum rocketed from their shafts into the bed of slippery fudge they had been sliding on.
Swallowing, sluicing, surging, shitting within their carnal cocoon, the souls of the sisters melted into each other, a communion of sorts. Two became one, even as they emptied they hungered to be filled yet again. Each fed the other and each reveled in the feast they were fed. Together in their solitude they floated on a plane of pure pleasure, an endless circuit of fecality.
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Baby June didn't know what time it was, she didn't care really. The sky had gotten darker but at some point in time someone had lit the braziers that lined the common in front of the school. A passerby who didn't know any better might have mistaken what was happening here for some kind of cult like sacrifice. Not her though. The blonde teacher munched down a third length of fudge from Misaki Aiuchi as the girl grinned down the crack of her ass at her, her teeth standing in stark contrast to her high pigtails.
"Miss Halversson really likes to eat shit doesn't she Principal Millbrook?" the Japanese student noted as she pulled her cheeks out a bit more and pushed down.
"Yes, yes, she certainly does," the other blonde agreed running her hand through her colleague's hair as she glanced at the cum fountaining from the restrained woman's cock courtesy of her daughter's milking hand. Jet after jet it spurted forth, mixing freely with the shit that was being massaged into the shitslut's body by the other students. Just beyond it, Baby June's asshole was churning out a constant snake of sludge that oozed over her balls and pipe then onto her stomach, guaranteeing a supply of mud for all of those little fondling hands.
Hazel had already watched the substitute teacher gorge on the waste of four of her other students. Her daughter Melody was first in line; she could be such a temptress. The acting principal had used her to push through the last of her resistance and send her tumbling back to the place she was prior to Christmas. Once she had started on that journey though, she had skipped gleefully down that road. After her child's four chunks of mud, Isolda Castillo had been next in line. Her wide bottom lovingly enfolded the face below it as six juicy lengths were shoved through eager lips, one after the other.
After her red haired Jola Lásková had been dropped onto the toilet mouth the schoolmarm offered up. One of the smaller girls there, surprisingly she pumped five long logs into gullet below. The Czech girl leaned against Isabel and grunted each time she began forcing one out of her rosebud, then sighed once it started to slide. Paget Sewell had been next. She, like her daughter, only had four brown ropes to feed the Halversson woman, but they were thick. Her dark buns contrasted with the creamy cum spurting from the Beanstalked cock trapped beneath them as her fecal flow oozed downwards. Even now, the surging of the woman's cock, the fecal flooding from her ass, was constant. Baby June was truly in her element now.
The bespectacled blonde noticed her Brazilian counterpart had developed somewhat of a relationship with the auburn haired Czech girl. Isabel had folded the girl between herself and the cradle and was pushing her thick footlong pipe into the now empty anal canal of the junior. The younger flexed and flexed taking the massive piece deeper and deeper with every stroke until the teacher's balls slapped noisily against her cheeks. Her much smaller six inch member, coated with mud, slid between the torsos of the pair as they coupled adding its own voice to their lovemaking.
Isabella smeared a generous dollop of fudge on each of her areolas and gently guided the 12 year old's head to her left one. She smiled down as the student's lips closed over the fudgy offering and she nourished herself on the teacher's Mesmermamillin spiked breastmilk mixed with the brown paste. It was a pleasant feeling, a further sensual enticement as her cock plunged in and out of the tight confines of the rosebud below. The large brunette moved Jola's head back and forth between each of her mounds. Whenever she did so she revealed one nipple cleaned of waste and glistening with spit as her student eagerly switched her attentions to the other, coated in filth.
"Such a lovely combination of tingling," she thought to herself as she casually coated the freshly abandoned tit with more sludge. She scooped up a handful of mud and gently started smearing it into the Lásková girl's red hair. "I've always been curious to see what you looked like with hair like mine," she murmured as she continued her artistry. Back and forth the daughter of the veterinarian went alternating between each sloppy snack as her appearance was slowly transformed. Isabel licked each of her fingers clean after coating her left tit once more before re-filling her hand and returning to grooming the lovely young Czech student, continuing to thrust into her.
Heloise Tremblay pushed her first lengthy serpent out of her assflower into the waiting maw of the woman who had only hours ago had been helping her with math. She was full, she had been saving up since yesterday. They had all Facetimed on the weekend, she was ready. Her stool oozed out of her ice-cream like as she slowly flexed her rosebud, working to maintain a steady feeding pace. Principal Millbrook's soiled hand closed on her seven inch cock and began pumping her shaft as she leaned into her. The two of them idly watched Miss Castillo re-make her classmate as she fucked her ass. The teacher's second hand, unseen up until now, suddenly appeared to the right of her face three fingers deep in shit. The left side of her forehead was kissed, once, twice, thrice, each time gently pushing her closer and closer to the fecal offering. She wasn't starving, but she could eat. She sniffed deeply, taking in the rich aroma and then opened her lips. The blonde teacher smiled at her and slid her hand in, starting her next lesson.
To be sure, she had experimented with shit before on her own even before that day in the clinic a few weeks ago when she had fed Nurse Evelyn. But since then her curiousity had increased. She had even taken to stealing soiled panties from the hamper at home before she went to bed at night and returning them in the morning. Sometimes they belonged to her sisters Panda or Margot but most of the time she ended up with a pair of her mother's. They tended to be the most dirty, especially lately. Still, as the third handful of fudge from Principal Millbrook glided through her lips, she realized that this was the most she had ever actually eaten at one sitting.
She let her mouth be finger fucked, swirling the prize it was coated with around with her tongue as her third long worm meandered into the teacher everyone had taken to calling `Baby June'. She still had more to give but she wasn't nearly as full as before. A pair of headlights pulled into she recognized pulled into the parking lot as she listened to the crackling and chewing noises from below. It was dark out by now so she could only see outlines, but she knew her family when she saw them. Heloise had phoned her mother to say that she would be staying after school and arranged for a later pick up. The family would be going out for dinner and a movie tonight. At least that was the plan.
Beatrice Tremblay approached the front common of Adderwood Middle School walking between her two eldest daughters, the three holding hands as they strolled towards the brazier lit area. Several students were crowded around, she wasn't sure what at the moment, but none of them were clothed. Isabel Castillo was on her knees to the one side, her thrusting motions giving away the fact that she was fucking someone hidden from view by the others. Part of Hazel Millbrook's curvy figure could be seen peeking out from behind some of her youngest child's classmates.
As the carpenter got closer she saw Janneke Van Der Veld slamming her little tool in and out of the mouth of Misaki Aiuchi, while Phoebe Onasis and Paget Sewell fed themselves from a fountain of fudge from the ass of an unknown adult strapped into a cradle. And there she was, seated atop a face upturned. A throbbing beanstalked cock, barely visible beneath the blanket of mud that had entombed the figure below could be seen tunneling under the girl's pussy, no doubt towards the mouth beneath. The Canadian smiled at the blonde bespectacled teacher when she saw her push another three fingers of shit through Heloise's lips. The latter's eyes were dreamy in acceptance of her snack and her cock was jacked by the other's free hand.
"I could not have planned this out any better myself," she mused as she pulled her hands free and began to slowly disrobe. "I mean this was supposed to happen back home after the movie, but this works too," she calculated as she watched Pauline and Margot quickly follow her lead. She now saw that the student that the Brazilian woman was plundering was none other than the daughter of veterinarian, Raina Lásková. Little Jola's red hair, and for that matter her head, was a dark brown colour now, the teacher having completely covered everything above the collar in shit.
The furniture maker saw Isolda Castillo was ploughing her eight inches in and out of the rosebud of the Millbrook girl behind the apparatus as the latter lay on her back. Apparently, her eldest daughter had spotted the pair as well. It was only moments later that the cheeks of her curly haired girl were being spread as she seated herself on the face of the raven haired Melody. As was her wont, Pauline wasted little time and unceremoniously pushed her first thick log into the mouth below. Margot, for her part waited patiently beside her other teacher as the latter slowly lowered the shitcaked junior onto her back. Beatrice could see her second child's starfish flexing in and out betraying her fullness. It was with a bit more desperation that her rosebud found the lips of the temporary brunette below. "She would not have lasted through dinner, never mind the movie," observed the Quebecois woman. "But now it is my turn."
Beatrice Tremblay swung a leg over the cradle and backed herself towards her youngest. She pulled apart her fleshy orbs as a gaseous hint of what was to come puffed out into the air and her daughter licked her lips. "Ah yes," she cooed in French as the blonde teacher tilted the girl's head back in preparation. "That is a smell you recognize isn't it? Did you think I didn't know about your secret forays into the clothes hamper? Did you notice how much more dirtier my panties have been this past week? I haven't been wiping lately. I'll bet you've licked them once or twice haven't you?" She smiled when the look on her child's face betrayed her deepest confidence laid bare. "It's time for Mummy to feed you now. It's time for you to taste the real thing. It's time for my lovely Heloise to start her toilet training. Here we go." And with that she pushed onto the face of her youngest, forcing her mouth open just in time for her first sludgy snake to side through her lips and down her throat.
Heloise felt the slippery hand on her cock quicken its gliding caress as her face was engulfed in her mother's flesh. The smell was familiar to her and yes, the taste of the fecal traces within the crevice was too. Both of the women peered down at her with anticipatory affection and then suddenly her lips were widened involuntarily by the starfish above as a thick tube of shit began pushing into her mouth. She relaxed her esophagus and allowed herself to be fed, letting her eyes close in lust as she swallowed again and again. Deeper and deeper she sank as she felt her face being plastered with waste. She understood now, she understood now why Nurse Evelyn felt compelled to kneel behind her and open her mouth.
Even as another snake of filth wormed its way from her body into the teacher below, the joy of her impending orgasm while being urged forth by the hand on her tool was being given life by that which she welcomed into her from above. Her flesh was tingling now, her brain buzzing. Her face had been made into a seat cushion; her head was simply an extension of her mother's lovely ass. More and more poured into her even as more poured out. The tingling and buzzing melded into one, the arching of her hips rose desperately and then the glitter of her release overwhelmed her. She felt her balls violently erupt with their creamy prize as, quite unbidden, girl goo from her pink gash joined in the carnal celebration of her fecal baptism. And as her body offered the delights of its flesh to those around her, more understanding came to the 12 year old.
Heloise became lost in her learning as she was educated by her parent. Ever the loving daughter, ever the attendant student, she re-doubled her efforts using her arms to pull herself further into the crevice. As she greedily gorged on the flow of filth from above she understood. However much she might learn at Adderwood the best teacher she would ever have would be her mother. Again and again she swallowed, again and again she came. Again and again she pushed her own waste into the mouth below. She hoped this lesson would never end.
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"Your daughters seem to be enjoying themselves in there," Hideka noted watching Tomoko feed Reika handfuls of shit as her cock pumped its cream into the nozzle placed on it. The matriarch glanced at her second daughter Kioko whose eyes twinkled with comprehension as she slid her hand down to her sibling's stem fondling it further to life. The eldest wrapped her arm around Masumi's shoulder and together the two guided the one between them up to the edge of the shit pit led by her hardened tool.
Normally the most serious of the three sisters, Masumi face flickered with apprehension as the destination her mother had in mind for her was gradually revealed. Her parent had always had the final word in all things, at the paper and in life beyond it. If she said `kneel', you knelt. She had been the first to feed all of them from Masumi all the way down to Kamiko, Kioko's youngest, and when she felt it was time, she would also be the one to bring Emiko's only child Misaki into fecal slavery. But the editor of the Meadowvale Messenger had thought she had moved beyond this sort of thing long ago. It was one thing to be fed by Hideka Aiuchi. No one in their right mind said no to that. But as she was slow marched to top step of the structure she knew this would go beyond that.
"I think you should check in on your daughters, see how they are doing," her mother whispered in her ear as the two conspirators sat her down and her pumps sank into the sludgy pool. Tomoko unfastened her younger sibling from the milking hose and pointed to their somewhat reluctant parent. The two shared a smiled and slithered over, a pair of shit coated sirens sensing a vulnerable sailor on a lonely rock.
"What about my shoes, my dress?" she pleaded as her children arrived, their soiled hands pawing at her silk hose, pulling her towards them.
"There will be other shoes, other dresses," she comforted, kissing worried editor on the lips. "Go be with your children now." With that the pressure on her legs increased and with a little shove from behind her ass slid off of the edge as she teared up. Bit by bit down the side she moved until her orbs broke the muddy surface beneath her. She could feel the moisture seep through and then once the seam of her mini was submerged, the deluge of shit swarmed her pussy, her ass, her balls, her cock. Hands followed quickly thereafter as deeper and deeper she was pulled. Her dress was pushed up from below as Kioko reached in and slid it off of her shoulders from above. She was up to her waist now, but still not finished with her descent. Her back slid along the sloped side of the apparatus naturally tilting her head back as her children used their fingers to jack her and fuck her beneath the surface while each took a nipple into their mouths.
Masumi tears dried as she squirmed and humped through it all as she was brought into position. Though she probably should have expected it, she was somewhat surprised when at the end of her slide her head lined up perfectly with one of the feeder seats. The glitter in her mother's eyes as she pushed her forehead down was palatable. As she held her fast Kioko secured her with the side clamps, attached the facial plate and then proceeded to twist her mouth open to its maximum width. First one leg and then the other were clamped to the spreader bar on either side of the seat and her ass pointed skyward. It *had* been a while since she had knelt behind her mother, after all she now had four and soon to be five fully trained grandchildren for toiletry duties. Still she knew better than to do anything but comply. She just wished it wasn't in front of all these people.
Junko and Kamiko, arrived at the shitpit escorted by a pair of the waitresses Victoria Cready and Sylvie Villeneuve. All four hugged and bussed the parent of the first two, Kioko. "Those two are certainly a fetching pair," the Messenger's head of layout judged looking at the last. "My girls didn't do them justice when talked about them." Right behind them were Emiko and her filmographer Tindra Sorenson. Familial greetings were once again shared as the two youngest Aiuchis and their recently arrived aunt helped each other out of their clothes before starting in on the somewhat surprised redhead. Hideka, taking in the scene, noticed the Cready girl then look over to her mother at the bar, who nodded in resignation and waved her hand. The two waitresses shared a grin and quickly caught up with the disrobing others.
"Let me take that for you," Kioko offered slipping the camera from the Tindra's grasp, removing her hat and setting both on the table nearby. "You seem to be well endowed," she further commented with a smile glancing at the girl's nine inch member rapidly stiffening under the caress of Kamiko.
"I thought we were here to cover the festivities?" the Swedish girl protested, even as she her garments were removed one by one.
"And such lovely lips too," the paper's head of layout continued ignoring the question, as she fucked two fingers into her mouth. "For the record, I was really impressed with your interview. I thought at the time you would fit in well at the Messenger. I'm even more convinced of it now." In and out her digits plunged as she stared at the newest member of her team, slowly succumbing to the now five sets of hands and five mouths fondling, prodding, probing, kissing, licking, sucking her body as it was rapidly being exposed.
"We are," Emiko assured her with a smile as she slid her panties off. "Have you ever heard of immersive journalism? It's when the writers, you and me in this case, put themselves in the middle of the story and do their reporting from a first person perspective." Five nude bodies then guided the sixth up the steps of the shitpit. "It's sorta like the gonzo journalism Hunter S. Thompson made it famous in the 70's with less emphasis on the self-satire and social commentary and more on the actual experience."
Junko and Kamiko slid into the shitpit, each dunking their heads under the surface, emerging completely covered in filth as Victoria, Sylvie, and Emiko sat the filmographer down between them on the edge. "Our turn now," the youngest daughter of Hideka Aiuchi whispered as together the quartet slid into the sludgy depths and then below the surface. Fingers once more found her cock, her pussy, her ass, her tits even as she was submerged so that when she broke the surface once more control of her body had been completely ceded to those that had surrounded her. They encircled her and held her tight between them in kneeling position pinning her arms at her sides even as they continued urging her arousal to higher levels. "Open up now," Emiko directed softly as she shoveled a handful of shit into a mouth most pliable. "Good, good, eat it all up, my lovely Tindra, soak in the experience." A second helping was pushed in by her partner and then a third. "Yes, yes, keep eating, fast as you can, there is so much shit here to eat, so much." The reporter nodded to the others who then turned and smiled into the camera being held by her older sister. "This is about as immersive as journalism can get," she mused silently.
Other hands joined in. As soon as an empty one left her lips another full one replaced it. On and on it went. The Swedish girl had no idea when it happened but somehow she ended up in the middle shallows on her back with her head in Junko's lap and her steely cock imprisoned by a milker nozzle coaxing her member to its end. Even as her own shit was pushing out of her ass, Emiko's thick 11 inches was using it as lubricant as she plundered her rosebud. She wasn't exactly sure who it was at first as she backed her ass towards her, at least until she heard the slight French accent.
"I have a big load for you that I think you will like," Sylvie Villeneuve announced as her cheeks slid over her slippery tits and onto her face, bring with them a tide of waste. She wiped a bit of filth from her brow and absently slid it into her own mouth as she grinned down at the former redhead. "Yes, I think you will like it a lot." She pulled her flesh apart more and hunkered down as her starfish expanded. Her first long sludgy sausage forced its way through her lips and down her throat as the junior sighed with contentment. She shared a look of satisfaction with the rest as almost on cue, the cock of the Swedish girl beneath her began spurting nice long ropes of cum into the hose attached to it.
"There we go, there's your nice creamy fountain," Junko exclaimed caressing the head of the girl in her lap with her soiled hand. "I know you've done this before my Mom told me all about the sorority, but you haven't really had a proper welcome to Meadowvale yet and now you will." She shifted her position slightly and parted her legs a bit more. "Going to give you a neck massage now while you eat." And with that her torrent of piss gushed out of her and against the back of the Sorenson girl's head.
The academy junior then pulled her younger sister close and whispered into her ear. Kamiko grinned and moved down to the other end of the prone reporter's body. Scooping up a mound of shit she pushed it into the Swedish girl's pussy and began finger fucking her robustly. Two fingers, three, four, then the thumb, finally the fist. Tindra vigorously humped against the penetrating hand, the plunging cock, the pumping machine even as she filled her stomach full of sludge. And when one waitress was emptied, the next took her place. Kamiko would be next then it would be her. The two staffers would have to take their places while they fed her. She just hoped she spotted another stomach bump before she ran out of shit.
Hideka hiked up her dress and slid her black silk panties to the ground. She had been putting off feeding someone for a couple days now preparing for this, all of the Aiuchi women had. She peered down once more at her eldest as she lowered herself onto her trapped face. "Masumi probably thought she would be in my position right now nourishing one of any number of lovely young students in the place," she mused as she docked her starfish on the open lips beneath her. "She still might. Gemini's wasn't closing for a while yet. But first she had other duties to attend to." With a sigh and a smile the matriarch of the Aiuchi family pushed the first of her many soft logs into the mouth of her daughter.
It had been the very first shit Masumi had tasted as a child. You never forget your first. It will always hold a special place on your palette. It will always hug you close, usher you to that place where you were when you first made the connection between appetite and arousal. As the editor of the Meadowvale Messenger felt the third sludgy serpent of her mother wend its way down her throat she felt the cum begin to churn in her balls. She would saturate soon and then she would sit out there soaking in her private pool of bliss as she was fed more. And there would likely be more; her sister for one and then her daughters most likely.
The eldest Aiuchi daughter thrust upwards as a pair of lips closed around her member and took its length once, twice, thrice. A nozzle was then fitted onto her tool and the beckoning of the pump began. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be overtaken by her lust. A fourth tasty length worked its way in, but it was the fifth and that pushed her over the edge completely. Ropes of her semen were siphoned from her as endorphins flooded her body carrying her off into the place she always knew she would go. At the same time her own waste pushed up from her rosebud, a drinking fountain of filth in a pool of mud for Tomoko and Reika, each humping on her offered hands as they slid sensually against her. A sixth slimy snake pushed past her welcoming lips. They had so much to give and so did she. There would be other shoes, other dresses.
End of Chapter 82