Meadowvale Academy Chapter 97
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, podophilia, 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 97: Family Unions and Re-Unions Part 2
Skull coated with her daughter's fudge Juliana savoured the taste of Rhianna's cum momentarily after the latter withdrew standing up from her chair. She felt the pressure on her head lighten and was vaguely aware of others present in the shop but eyes closed in the aftermath, her attention distracted by the implant induced thrusting of her own hips, their identity eluded her. She heard the table she had been sitting behind scrap the floor as it was moved away and a large body crowd in surrounding her from behind. The crown of a wide shaft began working itself into her ass using her involuntary humping to help it along. "It was so big," she noted as she was stretched anally, "as big as Mummy Valencia." The smell of the body pressing against her was different than that of her lover's older sister.
She was pulled into the embrace and a hand snaked around her body to frame her cock. The photographer could do nothing to stop the implacable advance of the beast behind her. Not that she wanted to. Rather she leaned into the twin pillars of arousal front and back. The warmth of a second body sitting in the chair her chin rested on caused her to dreamily open her eyes. A pair of spread bronze cheeks appeared before her with a winking rosebud flexing in and out beckoning to her. Her lips parted, her mouth stretched and the assflower slid closer, docking on the proffered perch. A long, sludgy turd slid across her tongue causing her taste buds to explode and her lust to rise even more. The taste was somehow familiar but she was unable to identify it. She chewed and swallowed as the cock in her ass began to smoothly match the thrusting of her own member through the slickened hand in front. Juliana needed to know whose waste she was gorging on. She slowly gazed up the back of the one who fed her, somehow familiar but still distant. When the photographer saw the face she had to think back, remember. It had been years, decades but there could be no mistaking it. "Long time no see cousin," she heard the woman behind her murmur as the recognition of the woman who had first trained her to be a toilet, her Aunt Rosalina, snapped into her mind.
Rhianna Kendrick easily maneuvered Dorothea back onto the table once it had moved away from the chair. Nodding silently to the last of the recent arrivals, Amorina, she lay the first face up and bent her in half so her feet were up near her shoulders. "If you could just have a seat here sweetie and hold her in place for me," she asked the young Brazilian as she held her legs in place.
"Sure," the older girl grinned quickly pulling down the silver zipper on the front of her black bodycon mini and stepping out of it. Climbing up on the table she sat down on the back of the 14 year old's legs and slid backwards slowly. As she did so, she reached back and spread her ample asscheeks lining up her second cousin's face with her deep dark crevice. "Grandma tells me she trained her Mom to be a willing toilet when she was young. Aunt Isabel says Doro is just like her."
"She is quite a good eater," the Kendrick woman confirmed reaching once more for the lube. "I was over at their place for supper a week ago. She had a big appetite then."
"That's good. I've been holding this load since the yesterday morning local time. She feels so good snugging herself in there like that," the curvy Brazilian futa declared as the younger Delgado pushed her face further into the fecal valley and started moistening the waiting petals eliciting a groan from the 16 year old. "Oh yes, just like that, lick my asshole Doro, stick your tongue in, make it nice and wet for me."
Dorothea's pink prodder seduced the anal blossom before her licking, penetrating, scraping the inner walls, urging the bitter brown juice onto her tastebuds and swallowing as her mouth filled with her shit rich saliva. She felt the fleshy ring suddenly expand and formed a seal just in time to receive the first thick log descending from the ass above. Her jaws worked the sludge into a paste as the filth layered itself into her mouth. Gulping, she emptied her cheeks only to have them fill again with another piquant load of fudge. She felt fingers pushing into her rectum, one quickly became two, quickly turned into three. In and out, in and out, they sawed, thrumming against her prostate, driving her desire to even greater heights. She lustfully pulled her face further into her private wasteland as the pace of the deluge increased. Chewing, swallowing, chewing swallowing, she lost herself in this banquet of bliss as the probing digits ground into her rosebud and sent tingling sensual waves through her body again and again.
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Wakiya remembered arriving in Meadowvale Sunday afternoon after the long ride from Ridgeway. She was still somewhat bloated though her sludgebump was not as defined as it had been for most of the week. Her entire family was waiting when she stepped off the bus in the academy parking lot. Her mother Chimaka was the first to hug her, her Aunt Nawaji next. Her cousin Olawa and her sister Tika followed. And then there was Principal McFadden from Adderwood Middle School or Mummy Lorna as she wanted the senior to address her. The elderly lady smiled warmly when she embraced her and fondled her cock to stiffness as she did.
"How is my good girl?" she asked. "Did you enjoy your week at Ridgeway? Did you eat a lot of Mummy Gisela's shit? Did she keep you nice and full all week?" she probed as she reached under her dress and rubbed her hardened member. And then just as abruptly she pulled away just as she was about to sag into the older futa.
"Let's get you home `Kiya," her mother suggested grinning at her frustration. "Girls, grab her things," she ordered as the two younger Sioux collected her backpack and carry on bag.
That was four days ago. As she sat in a seat about two thirds of the way back in the bus that took the students from the academy back into town, she watched the countryside slide by and absorbed the cacophony of teenaged futas freed from classes once again. The oldest Morningmoon girl would have normally borrowed one of the trucks from company and drove her sister and cousin to and from school, but with the new workers coming on board and the increase in work, there simply weren't enough to go around. So here she sat with forty or so others including those she lived with as the vehicle bounced happily down the road.
Wakiya probably could have gotten a ride from one of the other seniors if she wanted. Most either had their own vehicles or at the very least had access to one. But the senior wanted to enjoy this ritual journey as much as she could before the end of the year. She would miss it, this simple thing. She would miss the peace amidst the chaos. She would miss the casual and clumsy flirtations of younger girls. She would miss being one of the students they all looked up to. All of it would change in a few months. The Sioux fingered the black leather collar trimmed in velvet she wore around her neck as she looked around the interior of the bus. It had been a gift from Mummy Lorna.
"Given that you will be wearing a collar for at least the first two years of your university education, I thought you should get used to the feel of one around your neck," she explained as she attached it around her throat.
Most of the girls aboard were in their first or second year. After all by the time you were 16 you were driving yourself or about to be. Willow Reed and Kimberly Winchester canoodled in a seat a couple rows in front of her on the other side. The Cassandra Mitchell, Zoete DeBruyn, and Bibi Bautista chattered about something basketball related from somewhere behind them while the first's younger sister Deirdre sawed her cock in and out of the ass of the girly-girl Cynthia O'Malley a couple seats away. She could see the last out of the corner of her eye. Sex on the school bus was nothing new and they looked to be enjoying themselves. The new girl Liana Martinelli and her younger cousin Ilaria sat together having squeezed Emma Fairchild between them which was probably right where she wanted to be. The blonde, she heard, loved a pair of big tits and the older Italian girl certainly had a pair of knockers. She watched absently as the first bent her head to suckle on one of the junior's breasts while her dreaded classmate reached around her waist, no doubt feeling for her cock. She looked down then at Yolanda Randall as she felt her plump lips engulf her 11 inches again and again. Her blonde bun held in place by a pair of hair sticks, the girl peered up at her through her large round glasses as her tongue crept out of her mouth towards the pussy just beneath.
Wakiya could feel her climb to cresting nearing its end. She sighed, slouched down a bit more, grabbed the back of the junior's head and began thrusting more vigorously. Yes, she was going to miss this.
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Brechte tried the door to the photography shop. The closed sign hung in the window and the blinds had been pulled. She had said she was bringing her daughter around to look at the cameras. "I've only been gone 20 minutes," she told the two younger futas standing beside her. "I said we'd be right back."
"Maybe they just stepped out for a moment Miss Maertens," Bijou Clairmont volunteered. The blonde, shorter than her Elke by a couple inches wore her long lighter blonde hair in a messy bun that more or less dripped down the sides of her head.
The Dutch woman gave the young futa an appraising stare when the latter turned her head to try and find a place to look into the shop. The two had shown up hand in hand when she had arrived back at the market. Apparently, getting a new camera was something her girl simply couldn't keep to herself. Not that the green grocer minded at all. With her watery blue eyes, the French girl was a real cutie and as she had trained her child to be a willing toilet, she was certain that the daughter of an Adderwood teacher would have had similar lessons all things considered. The two 13 year olds shared a joke and laughed together "What a lovely set of lips," the copper haired woman thought momentarily picturing them around her cock. She glanced once more at her watch and squeezed her legs together. Brechte was going to need to feed someone and feed them soon.
"Hey there," greeted a familiar voice from a few feet away. "Picking up photos?"
The curly haired futa turned to see Isabel Castillo and her daughter Isolde approaching from their nearby parked car.
"Buying a camera for Elke actually," she answered. "I told her I'd be right back, but they're closed now. We're thinking they ducked out for a second so we were just waiting."
"Oh no, they're in there," the teacher returned with a grin reaching into her purse. "Of that I am sure. It's why we're here now." With that she pulled out a key and slid it into the lock before turning the knob and opening the door to the shop.
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Temperance Augustina steered the minivan onto Atkins Crescent. "We're looking for number 86, Ariella said it was set back in some, surrounded by a high hedgework on the streetside," she told her companion in the passenger side.
"We'll keep an eye out over here," Morgan LaCroix acknowledged peering out her side at the slowly increasing even numbers as she picked up the pace at which she slid the young Evangeline Loveday up and down on her thick nine inch cock. "God the girl's pussy was tight," she thought to herself as the futagen milked her meat with her pink. "Granted, I'm as wide around as I am long, but still, the squeezing on this one is incredible." She turned to the driver. "I don't suppose...we could... ask her where she...used to live?"
The tall raven haired beauty glanced in her rearview mirror. The middle bench had been folded down and her frequent redheaded bedmate was splayed out on top of it secured in place by a haphazard tangle of seatbelts tossing her head back and forth and whimpering as she was toyed with by multiple hands. Crowded in around her were the Australian's two daughters Willow and Coral as well as their girlfriends Kimberley and Katya. A fourth adult was also present, Michelle Morrissey. The 38 year old bespectacled blonde, also a member of the typing pool at the town hall was sawing her smaller member in and out of the willing mouth of the youngest Reed gripping her tightly by the hair. The Irish woman was clearly close to filling the student's mouth with her spunk. The other three meanwhile had decided to torment their strapped down prisoner, jacking her through the hole in her Happy Pants, fondling her tits, fingering her pussy through one of the valves in the bottom, but denying her release whenever she got close. "I'm not sure she is any more intelligible than you are currently," the Augustina woman replied with a grin returning her eyes to the road.
Evangeline slipped the left bra strap of the older woman down and suckled on the nipple she found there as the short haired futa groaned in pleasure. "That's right...baby...drink my milk...as I...fuck you," she murmured as her grinding sped up yet again which caused the younger to mewl as she fed.
The American behind the wheel smiled at the obvious pleasure both were experiencing. When the three of them had met for coffee at the diner the other day to talk about the two typists taking over Harristone County Real Estate now that Ariella and Bianca would be otherwise `occupied' the conversation had turned to the Futagen Program.
"How is it you were able to get a placement so quickly, you just got here?" the French Canadian asked upon hearing that the Vickers family had adopted Evangeline Loveday.
"Evie? Oh we've had her for a few months now," she explained. "The Vickers twins have a long history in Blackbridge Commons. This was seen as a `retirement gift' if you will. They both stayed on well past time so they deserved it. Handpicked her themselves."
"She is a real beauty," Michelle complimented handing the phone that displayed a picture of the dark skinned girl back to Temperance. "And she'll be going to Adderwood in the fall?"
"As a senior," the tallest among them answered as the Cynthia O'Malley re-filled their cups.
"I've got one that will be coming in as a junior," the blonde revealed. "They should meet, be friends."
"Has your little one been trained yet?" Morgan interjected.
"Not yet, but soon," she explained. "Her 12th birthday is at the end of the month."
"Have either of you applied for futagen placement?" Temperance queried.
"We have," the French Canadian divulged. "I'm in a Quad with Candice Avery, Sandra Ellis, and Kari Johanssen. We sent our application in a week and a half ago."
"Who's at the top of your list?" Michelle asked, her eyes lighting up.
"This time it's my turn for show and tell," the shortest declared pulling out her phone and swiping to a photo of a young Asian featured girl and showing the others. "Her name is Mei. If we get her we'll give her the Winters surname." Noticing the quizzical looks of the other two she grinned and quickly added. "It's a hockey thing."
"What about you Michelle?" the Augustina woman pivoted as she took in the outline of the waitress's teenage ass beneath her dress as she poured at the next booth over.
"Haven't really found a good match Quad wise yet," she informed the pair unworried. "Once the program was introduced people moved fast to form up. I'm sure I'll find a place soon enough. In the meantime I have my lovely little Orla who will need training soon."
"Is it true Fiona has moved in with the Winchesters?" Morgan questioned.
"Yeah, she and Tammy are an item," the blonde explained. "It's hard to separate the two of them. They do pretty much everything together. She even took an apprenticeship out there." The Irish futa glanced at the woman who had invited them to coffee. "See something you like?"
"You know she is a girly-girl right?" the French Canadian volunteered as she watched the big bulge beneath the American's dress rise. "Want to meet her?"
"Cynthia dear?" Michelle called out catching the attention of the freckled redhead. "I think we'll order something now." As the girl arrived she got up from her seat and slid her into the booth before moving in behind her. Morgan quickly closed the newly installed curtains as her friend pushed the student down onto her knees and under the table.
"We have someone we would like you to meet," the short secretary remarked as she pushed apart the legs of the woman beside her. "She just arrived and would really like to meet you."
Moments later the tall black haired futa groaned when she felt the head of her stiff tool entombed in the warm moistness of her mouth. Reaching down, she grabbed the back of the student's head and started to mercilessly skullfucking her..
Temperance's eyes fluttered momentarily as she remembered the feeling of Cynthia O'Malley's silky soft lips sliding up and down on her cock as she fired salvo after salvo of her cum down the girly-girl's gullet. "Whew, lucky I'm not on the freeway," she thought ruefully recovering.
"That was...82," Morgan stumbled verbally, grunting as her load painted the inner walls of the futagen's quim with her cream. Her thrusting was frenetic now, her orgasm intense. Evangeline lost her lock on the woman's tit as her own girly goo leaked out and coated everything below it in clear syrupy bliss.
Another groan sounded from behind her and glancing once again the rearview mirror, she noticed Willow Reed's esophagus flexing manically as the other secretary's thrusting nearly matched the one beside her in intensity. Her head was sawed up and down on the smaller cock of the Irish woman as her swallowing continued methodically.
"Just in time," Temperance muttered as she spotted moving van the Bosko's had rented. "This must be the place," she surmised turning into the driveway. Sure enough, on the facing of the roof overhanging the front porch was the number 86 and sitting on the front steps was one of the academy science teachers, Grina Bosko, and her two daughters, Zocha and Felka. The first, 43 years old, had long ginger red hair framing a face partially concealing a smattering of freckles behind wire rimmed glasses. The blemishes on the two younger Poles were much more noticeable though it did nothing but add a bit of playful mischief to their attractive looks. The older, Zocha, had her strawberry blonde hair in a high pony tail that held it off of her neck. Like her mother, she too had weak eyes. The younger sibling Felka, as she understood it a year behind the older, had her dark brown hair trussed up in Minnie Mouse buns. Her almost mocking smile seemed to be a permanent fixture, threatening to break out in a giggle at any time.
The tall woman stopped the car and got out, trusting the others to follow once they had recovered. "Keys, I have keys," she announced with some flourish waving the aforementioned item before her. "Let's get you moved in here before your sister shows up with her brood."
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Dorothy Pratt was thankful for the opportunity to re-locate to Meadowvale and find a position as the school physician. It some ways she was surprised. The new Vice-Principal Doris Hanratty, who had preceded her in the position was a senior at Ridgeway when she was in her first year there. It only stood to reason that she would have had a wide array of candidates she was better acquainted with to select from. But somehow, she had been chosen. She had found out in time to move in over Reading Week.
The 42 year old paused momentarily to sweep the curls of her dark 50's bob from her forehead before adjusting her glasses slightly and peering back into the computer screen at the digital yearbook. "Looks like I'll know a few of the other staff as well," she spoke aloud to no one in particular.
"Who Mom?" came the voice from the doorway of the room they had set aside for her study in their new residence in town. Standing there was her 15 year old daughter Deanna, freshly showered after school and changed out of her uniform. She wore a pair of turquoise shorts and a banana coloured T-shirt, a stark contrast to her parent's more buttoned down approach of dark shaded office attire. Still there was no mistaking the familial resemblance. Both were wide of hip compared to most and though the younger's curls were tighter and a bit lighter in colour, both manes framed heart shaped faces, the older more hazel in complexion, the younger slightly darker.
"A few of the girls I went to school with dear. Come see" The younger Pratt pulled up a chair beside her mother, hugged her from behind and, leaning her chin on her shoulder, looked at the display. "I was in the same year as Miss Ellis and Miss Villeneuve.
"She's pretty," the 15 year old remarked looking at the picture of the second.
"She has a daughter a year older than you in school as well," Dorothy divulged. "And I have an appointment on the books to examine her younger sister this morning. She'll be starting next week."
"Ooooh, can I help?" the sophomore asked excitedly.
"Yes baby, yes you can," she replied with a smile. "I've got her first thing in the morning and I do not want you missing a lot of class, so we'll see for how long and when, but sure. This is going to be your apprenticeship after all." The doctor received a tight squeeze in thanks as she turned back to the screen. "Miss Avery was the one that taught me to love the taste of shit," she then continued. "She and Miss Rooney were roommates. I slept there for a time as well. Miss Bosko was a year ahead of me, Miss Miller here was two years behind me. She was a very good shit eater when she was at school. So was Miss Beauvallier, she was a sophomore when I was a senior. And Miss Daniels was in her first year just before I started going for my Masters. She wasn't that eager to begin with but by the summer she had really developed a hunger. I remember using her a few times during exams."
Dorothy felt her daughter's arms tighten once more and saw her smile grow from the corner of her eye. "Don't get any ideas Deanna, you need to listen to these women. If you want to go into medicine you need good marks. Don't give them any reason to give you bad ones."
"I won't Mom, I won't," she assured. "Besides there are plenty of first year futas to feed."
"Oh, really?" exclaimed the older Pratt leaning back in her chair. "It's only been four days, you work fast."
"Well everyone was talking about the Schwartzstein girl, Lorelei," she explained. "I gave her three logs on Tuesday. The Finney twins introduced me. And I sat on Lora Devereaux's face at lunch today. That was fun. I had a lot in me and she ate it all. More than I fed the other girl. Her mother teaches at school too. And she has a sister in my class too."
"You don't say," she pondered looking at the screen again. "So she does, Adrienne Devereaux, Law and Philosophy. That's the one thing I really like about the digital version of the yearbook here. They keep it current, almost to the day I was told. See, look there's me. I'm already in there. You probably are too. We can look later," she suggested standing up and unzipping her office skirt. "Right now little one, it's time for your afternoon snack."
Grinning Deanna slid off of her chair and lay down on her back beside the desk. She watched her mother pop the snaps on her one piece and lower herself slowly towards her. The younger futa licked her lips and opened her mouth as her parent spread her cheeks and enveloped her face in the crevice of her lovely large ass.
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Brechte herded the two middle school students before her when she felt herself pushed gently through the door from behind by the larger Brazilian futa. Upon taking the scene that presented itself to her once she was inside she hardened immediately and began quickly removing her clothes before moving onto her daughter's wardrobe. Folded over on the table she had been sitting at only 20 minutes ago was young Carmelita's girlfriend Dorothea. Only the hair on the top of her skull was visible from where she stood, her legs pinned beneath the spread hips of another slightly older girl. Though she couldn't actually see the face, the body she recognized well enough, having seen it naked more than once. She ventured a short glance to the side and saw that the Latina who had come in with her and her child had disrobed the somewhat stunned Clairmont girl, before following suit themselves.
Returning her gaze to the action in front of her she spotted Rhianna Kendrick, standing at the far end of the table, corkscrewing four fingers in and out of the ass of the younger student, who was humping upwards to meet each thrust downwards. For her part the other teenager was lazily jacking herself as she emptied her bowels into the mouth below, lips slightly parted, eyes lidded and dreamy, her cock occasionally bumping into the other pointing towards her. The older futa, upon seeing the new arrivals, smiled and nodded to the curly haired Netherlander, her eyes twinkling. Further in, an older Latina sat backwards on a chair with her ass hanging over the edge, facing away from the rest. Her rosebud flexed as she pumped her waste into an unseen toilet mouth that was hidden from view by a larger figure whose hips thrust in and out, skewering the second figure from behind.
"You've met the Delgado's and the Rodriguez's, but you've never met my family have you?" Isabel pointed out as she prodded the rest further into the store, snaking an arm around her counterpart's waist. "This here is my niece Amorina," she introduced bending in to give the girl a long sensual kiss before pulling the Maertens woman into the lip lock and sliding out herself. "She has wonderfully soft lips. You should try them Brechte, you really should." On cue the 16 year old paused in her masturbation to take the brassy curls in hand and explore the new mouth with her tongue. The teacher watched the green grocer's eyes flutter as she was taken orally, somewhat forcefully but only mildly reluctant to be taken. "She'll be a senior at the academy next year and hopefully off to Ridgeway after that."
She then turned to the two middle school seniors. "Have either of you ever met Miss Kendrick yet?"
"I've seen her around town once or twice," Bijou admitted.
"She comes to the market sometimes," Elke followed up. "She likes pears."
The last caused the photographer to smile as she looked down at pigtailed girl, some six inches shorter than she was. "Indeed I do, stewed and sliced with cinnamon on toast."
"You know, I do have something a bit larger I can put in there," the older Brazilian stated displaying her thick foot long cock, pointing upwards slightly and bobbing in anticipation.
"Well, my arm is getting a bit tired," the other admitted as she pulled out, allowing the teacher to climb up on the table. The three middle schoolers watched the familiar figure of their teacher line up her beefy beast with the asshole of the girl they had attended Adderwood with last year and slowly sink it in until she her balls pushed up against the fleshy cheeks of the 14 year old. She withdrew her full length, her cock now coated with sludgy residue and plunged back in with a grin, widening the anal passage of her niece once removed.
Rhianna had by this time walked around the table and slid in behind the young Maertens girl who continued to watch mesmerized, taking a position similar to the Dutch woman behind the young French girl she had been ogling earlier. Her lips parted easily when the Kendrick woman pushed her shit coated fingers into her mouth and fucked them in and out with one hand while she stroked her thin seven inch cock with the other. She didn't have her mother's girth, not yet, but if her sister was any indication, she would someday. Brechte looking on, pushed her hand into her starfish, caked it with her own filth, then did the same with Bijou Clairmont who was similarly entranced by the goings on. Like the other, she jacked the smaller cock of the student as she soaked her shitty digits in the girl's spit. The two adults shared a look and a smile as they watched the 13 year old girls clean their hands as if they were eating popcorn while watching a movie.
Isolda followed her mother up onto the table. Her memories of her extended family back in Brazil were fuzzy at best having moved to Meadowvale when she was quite young. She had seen pictures but they didn't do the fleshpot that sat on the face of Dorothea Delgado justice. She let her second cousin's hands guide her back on the 14 year old's legs to the bulbous head of her second cousin's tool and leaned back against her as Amorina's nine inches penetrated her sphincter and her fingers lit on her cock and pussy. The pair enjoyed a lazy, languid fucking, moving in unison, the arousal of each a reflection of the other.
Teacher and grocer let the two they were holding sag against the bodies and lowered them to the floor, before sitting down on their mid-sections. Each slid backwards at a slow pace and spread their cheeks, wanting to give the young futas a good look at their glistening rosebuds as they got closer and closer. Another smile was shared as each docked on the teenage mouths below them and once more gripped the cocks in front of them. Brechte reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. "Miranda sent me her codes when I phoned her before we came." Moments later, both of the Adderswood seniors began thrusting upwards into the slippery sludgy palms of the two adults.
"Shall we?" asked the Kendrick woman with a grin.
"We shall," replied her counterpart. With that both women relaxed their sphincters and both girls began to chew and swallow as each was fed a fudgy afternoon snack.
Bijou lips were forced apart by the flexing of the blossoming flower pressing against them. Pinned underneath the fleshy orbs of her friend's mother there was no avoiding what was to come next. It wasn't that she had never been fed before, but usually it had been her mother or her sister or a family friend. Sometimes it had been a classmate at school, but that was usually reciprocal. Elke and her had shared their filth during lunch hour last Friday. Thursday she and Aiuchi girl from the junior class had munched on each other's mud in the playground during recess. If anything the younger futa was even more nervous than she was, but it was somehow exhilarating to be the one in charge. The girl had a wonderfully huge cock for a 12 year old, one of the biggest in school among the students, easily bigger and thicker than her six inches which was a decent four inches around. She had really enjoyed pulling her cum from her as her sludge piled up in the girl's mouth.
"She would not remain submissive for too long with that tool," she surmised watching the cream fountain up from her crown.
The French girl felt the familiar fingers of Elke Maertens interlocking with her own as understood that her friend was facing much the same situation she was. Wider and wider her mouth was stretched as her cock thickened. The implant that all the students had now was buzzing in her ass beckoning the motion of her hips as a larger, stronger, slippery hand gripped her piece. Up and down her pipe slid in the fleshy sheath it was in, the crown being grazed each time, thrilling her even more. Her jaw relaxed amidst her arousal and the first log of fudge oozed into her mouth and across her tongue. Thick and soft she let it layer into her, filling her cheeks, savouring the bitterness before swallowing in rapid succession, making room for more.
And more there was. The little blonde futa gorged on the steady diet of mushy turds the Dutch woman was feeding her in time to her thrusting, a visceral joy coursing through her body. The flow was faster now. Her chewing, swallowing, humping, all became more industrious. She became machine-like in her desire to quest to find her release. The knowledge that it was controlled by another was shrouded by lustful drive within her. More and more she ate as with a grunt from above the cascade of filth flooding her mouth increased yet again. There was no time for chewing anymore, the esophagus of French girl simply pushed down the yummy sludge pouring across her taste buds as quickly as she could.
And then it was upon her. She squeezed the hand she held as her cock geysered up is pearly cream and her clear girl goo washed the floor beneath her ass with in love syrup. Her body spasming frenetically, she lost herself in the sensuality of the moment gorging, gulping, and devouring the waste of her friend's mother as the waves of her carnal cresting crashed against her consciousness over and over. And as she floated lazily in the blissful pool of her existence, at the mercy of her body's desires, she felt the hand she held squeeze hers back.
End of Chapter 97