Meadowvale Academy Chapter 31
These stories involve anal fingering, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, orgasm denial, mind control/behavioural training, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 31: Laboratory Introductions
She felt Astrid thicken in her mouth. Her woman's mouth jousting had picked up its pace as she face fucked her. It wouldn't be long now. She caressed her face as she thrust but the new assistant could see the hint of malice hidden behind it. She enjoyed being on top. "You'll fit right in here," she beamed quietly as she sped up once again. Evelyn had already orgasmed once but didn't know the volume. It had likely been recorded by someone. However much it may have been, it was earth shattering. The Seedomil 2.0 had really increased her load. She was already starting to work up to a second climax.
She slid her hands behind the older woman's ass and rhythmically pulled her in. She could feel Astrid start to throb as she pistoned in and out of her mouth. Her own cum was well on its way, her hips began to flex once again with the machine's unrelenting urgings. As much as she liked what the wonders of technology were doing to her at the moment, she knew she couldn't stay strapped down here forever. Evelyn looked up at the Mason woman and massaged her clit as she ploughed forward, eliciting a final groan and then her release. The apparatus pushed her over the edge and her load was siphoned out of her at the same time Astrid's sweet goo jetted down her throat.
June's 10 inches cycled in and out of the entry valve of Ingrid's Happy Pants and plunged into her squishy ass over and over as they coupled at the foot of the desk. Each time she withdrew more shit would push out, tickling the older woman's cock. Each woman gazed at the other in desperate lust. The younger stroked her increasingly lengthening member, slicked with an all too familiar cream. It was nearly up to their necks now. Neither tongue had mutated yet, but it was just a matter of time. They both knew it. The glitching sound of their lovemaking was driving the ex-teacher around the edge. Sliding through her daughter's waste and into her ass; feeling it cup her balls from the other side of the fabric; smelling it as she pulled out each time; it was making her build quickly.
They began sharing the crown of the cock between them. Ingrid began to mewl. She needed release, they both did. She sunk her mouth over the crown. Her mother dipped her head she began veining the shaft with her tongue. Ingrid began wildly humping her member into her own mouth with that sensation. She could feel the tingle and the throb of her cum swirling around in her balls. Another hand joined her own as her rosebud milked her mother's pipe. She pushed out more shit around the plunging iron giving it a massage of filth. The flesh trembled within her and tides of two colours crashed against each other. A third pulsed up her girth and surged across her tongue, then down her throat.
Erica had always enjoyed fucking her cousin. For all of the monster cocks she had taken in the past, and there were a few, her holes always seemed to massage her smaller member just how it needed. She had amazing muscle control down there. "I don't think she is even aware of it," she reflected as she thrust into her pussy, feeling the squeeze. The pair tangled tongues furiously, baiting their desire. Above them their mother had invaded the rear passage of her daughter with her own length. The junior could feel her flesh rub against her own as each sawed in and out of its own sleeve. For the second time in just over a week the lab had turned into an orgy pit. For the second time in just over a week the Pangs had ended up in a pile of lust on the floor. It didn't look like her mother minded all that much.
After climbing aboard the second examination table, the administrative assistant eased her ass back down on her daughter's face. Maria felt her breath on her sphincter as she pulled her cheeks apart and snugged her hole to the other's mouth. Making sure not to cut off her flow of oxygen; she wasn't on the Carettathol regimen after all, the older woman began feeding her girl her load of fudge. She had to admit she was a little surprised when she saw that Sofia was wearing a pair of Happy Pants under her wrap when she removed the garment. She was after all, the most instinctively dominant of the girls that lived on the estate. More of her shit poured into the orifice below.
It's not that Sofia was turning sub. "The expression on her face when I discovered her little secret wasn't like Ingrid's," she noticed. "That one practically begs with her eyes when she wants something." This wasn't that. No, when she dropped her wrap, her little girl was flirting with her. This was far from the first time that she had fed from her rosebud. "Though it was the first time I had done it while she was wearing those," she remarked silently watching as ropes of shit started sliding up the gusset of Sofia's undergarment. She had needed to learn in the first place because she would need to teach others. Bringing Tyler along a couple weeks ago was a prime example of this. It didn't happen so often anymore because there were others that could serve as her toilet now. That being said, every once in a while there was need to `kiss the ring' as it were. This felt like that.
Maria wondered if her daughter's dress code had anything to do with the new girl. Every once in a while Sofia would bring home a `stray' from school. It didn't have to be anyone that had a previous connection with the family, in fact most of the time it wasn't. She momentarily thought of the one she brought back in May...Darnett. Darnett...Chloe Darnett; that was the name. She was a cute thing; a cheerleader. They had fun that night. The caramel skinned Amazon girl she came home with today was certainly a different flavor. Her tight curly buzzcut added to her beautiful face. She had eyes you could die in and full lips. She definitely had much of her mother, the mayor, in her, including the size of her cock. "What a delectable tool," she thought as she slid her hand up and down along the entire length. She turned to the panting Cassandra, kissed her forehead and smiled, "How would you like to fuck my daughter's filthy ass?
Sofia's brown stew snaked out of her ass as she dined on that from her mother. As it piled out of her she wriggled and flexed, trying to coax it upwards. Her cock was lengthening in her stroking hands as the filthy mass slowly submerged her erogenous zones in arousal. The shit flowing into her mouth required a bit of chewing before working its way down her throat. But far from an inconvenience, it just allowed her tastebuds more time to soak up its flavor. And then she felt it; a pushing from below. Her tide of mush rose as pressure was applied. She arched in bliss at the sudden stimulation. Her rosebud was harpooned by a massive staff of steamy flesh that could only be Cassandra.
"She was cute," the athlete decided as she pounded the ass of Sofia Garcia, not that she could actually see her face at the moment. "She's under there somewhere," she mused as she watched her classmate work her own tool. "And this whole `fucking through shit' thing was such a turn on." This was her second time doing it and already she was hooked. The glitching noise her lust produced became a refrain for her throbbing. She was already halfway there before she plunged her beef into the captive sewage thanks to the woman in front of her now. She could feel her build starting to unfurl within her.
As she leaned against the sofa in the lab, Riley's pipe tingled in the aftermath of orgasm. Still hard and still sheathed in Tyler's ass, she sighed as the other's shit pushed out around it and into the Happy Pants she wore. The warm sludge pushed up against her balls as it oozed out arousing her yet again. She watched her older sister deepthroat herself as her hands furiously worked her lengthy Beanstalk coated shaft. The redhead kissed the side of neck before her and cooed "That feels so good doesn't it Sissydick, sucking your own cock?" Her left hand gripped the stiff stem and joined the masturbation; she wanted to feel the Tyler's building first hand.
"Take more of it now, push it deeper," she continued as the sophomore sunk her tool further down her throat. "Yeeeessss, there we go." The girlie girl's face screwed up in desperation; Riley felt her begin to flex. "Ready for a big cum Sissydick, you ready to feed yourself your wonderful cream?" she asked dropping her free hand to the burgeoning bulge of mushy brown treasure that continued to fill the flowered undergarment. "Here we go," she whispered and slowly began massaging Tyler's self-made squishy lump into lustful places.
She closed her eyes and arched into the caress of her filthy mud as her seed pulsed up her girth. Into her mouth it fountained, rope upon rope of gooey goodness, again and again. Sissydick felt the other's iron re-start its motion and glide slowly over her prostrate in time to her release, causing her to thrill even more. She lost herself in sensual carnality, allowing herself to give and take simultaneously, a euphoric sharing of needs and fulfillment. A hand left her length and an arm hugged her close. "Shhhhhh," a voice urged as she was gently rocked through her orgasm on the end of another's cock.
Riley gradually brought her older sister through her climax and down the other side. She had pulled out slowly relishing the feeling of sliding through the mush one last time. She was still hard, actually at the beginning of a second long climb. But she had been watching the other two members of her family from across the room. Ingrid looked the part of a slutty angel today. The two of them had, on a dare, worn Happy Pants at school for the first time with their mother and middle sibling. Both were full by the day's end.
For her part Riley had fed on the shit of her homeroom teacher Miss Avery before announcements. Her two best friend's Willow and Kelsey, having witnessed that meal, took a bathroom break of their own on her face by the time her lunch was over. Miss Davis, denied her opportunity the first time the red haired girl had gone to the Hanratty's, didn't miss her chance to fill her stomach with waste in the middle of first year geography. Angela Avery dropped her ass on her wood and rode her to orgasm while that went on, only to push it and her own fudge into her mouth after the teacher was finished.
She continued observing the two blonde Halversson's and then glanced at the lab's most recent installation. "That's my next destination," she decided inwardly. Though she had filled her gusset during the day, she still had a good amount to give. Rolling to her knees, she straddled Sissydick, whose mouth was still sagging open from her own with her thoroughly stained member. "Clean me sis," she ordered, unceremoniously plunging her meat through the other's lips.
"We'll have to re-test at some point. We neglected to change the sample container between your two orgasms," Jessica smiled in chagrin. "But at least we have a rough idea of your capacity. 2.36 over two samples is above average." The researcher and her new assistant sat next to each other on the first examination table observing the various carnal islands playing out in the lab. "I do hope you enjoyed the ride. This unit is build both for purpose and for pleasure," she added patting the apparatus. "The base bed is a 550D from Chikritan. They are a subsidiary of the Fenwell Group. The milking arm and the stimulation arm are accessories offered by the manufacturer. They were actually both designed by our chauffeur Gracey," she pointed out. "You haven't met her yet but you will."
Evelyn had been supplied the files on each of the rooms occupants, even her employers. June and Ingrid Halversson sat on the floor with the latter leaning back against the former, both recovering from an extended mutual cum. The ex-teacher's organ had been cleaned by her daughter. Now the former scooped shit from the front pocket of the Happy Pants worn by the latter, letting the younger blonde snack lazily on her own waste. The second examination station was being well used by the Garcia women and a girl she assumed was a student but hadn't seen the file on. That last one had a hammer that might actually be larger than her own and she knew she was in the high percentile size wise. Sofia was currently getting ploughed into by both her mother and the new girl. Maria was pistoning her meat in and out of her daughter's mouth while the glitching noise of a cock fucking an asshole full of shit was easily heard with every thrust of the other.
To her right Riley Halversson stood up from her one-holed sister and was walking in the direction of her mother and other sibling. For their part, the Pang girls were being herded by Astrid from their spot on the floor at the foot of the physician towards the abandoned middle child. It looked like the members of all three were making a quick recovery on the way. Evelyn monitored the quartet as they began interacting with each other somewhat studiously. Relationships were often best observed first hand as written reports didn't always do them justice and she had not had the opportunity to view any video yet. They had done a good job with Tyler's conversion. She noticed that almost immediately. She was a true slut now. The assistant turned to the researcher. "We need to talk."
The red haired student extended a hand to her sibling and parent, pulling them to their feet. Already hard the youngest kissed the pair as she took charge, taking both by the hand. She lead the two away from the desk and towards the structure against the far wall. Ever since the Pangs had moved in, Riley had noticed a subtle change in her oldest sister. She had become more pliant, more docile, more easily lead. She doubted there was a direct correlation between the two. The timing was likely happenstance. The first year thought there was a submissive streak running through all of the Halverssons, herself included. She kissed her sister once again and stroked her to hardness as the trio stood in front of the newly placed Cradle. "It's time Sis," she whispered turning her around.
Ingrid felt herself being guided by her youngest sibling and her mother into structure she had only seen the latter in up until now. She was shifted around so her ass sat easily in the end piece allowing easy access to the annular valves in her Happy Pants. Her legs were strapped into the stirrups and her arms were restrained from the elbows up. Each hand lay in an open jar of Beanstalk, each of which lay in its own pocket built into the sides. Her head, in the meantime, was placed in the U-Shaped upper padding that wrapped itself around the back of her skull from cheek to cheek. A new feature, a pair of cushioned flaps were pushed into place from either side and then screwed down. This had the effect of locking her head into place and providing a comfortable place for another to sit.
"There it was," Riley observed silently looking down at her, "there was Ingrid's special look; her look of panicked desperation. The one that communicated her desire; no her need, to be used." The first year coated her sister's hands in the balm and brought them to her stiffened member. She placed her own upon them getting the young blonde started with her own masturbation. The restrained student began to involuntarily rock and hump to the motion as her own arousal took over. Familial guidance was no longer needed she turned to her mother. "You should be first," she suggested. "You should be the one to show her where she belongs."
June kissed her third daughter, appreciating the gesture. Both were the firmest of oaks at the moment. The duo dry humped as their tongues tangled, ignoring the increasingly frantic third. They finally separated, each positioning themselves before a passage of bliss. The Meadowvale staffer nodded as her red haired opposite pushed through the artificial entrance of the Happy Pants and into the squishy mush up to her balls. Shit pushed out of the top pocket of the garment onto the stomach in front of her.
Ingrid used the newly arrived brown lubricant on her steely girth. More fudge followed as the glitching chorus sounded its journey up the gusset and still more pushed out of the ass below to replace it. The sensation of the slickening mixture on her cock was bringing her closer and closer. She began arching more violently. The flesh crevice above her backed into place and was spread. She saw the smeared canyon walls and the greasy blossom. She watched it bubble and flex as it descended upon her, the whispered release intoxicating. The flower was placed within her stretched lips. Lower and lower the orbs sunk, cutting off, her sight, her hearing, her breath. It was dark.
A nice long creamy rope of shit flowed into her captive mouth. She swallowed obediently again and again. She loved to serve. She could be happy here, happy forever. More mushy nourishment poured down her throat without pause. She gave herself over to the flood of filth. There was no resistance; no rebellion. Only acceptance.
Below, the anal plunging quickened and thickened, imminent in release. The punishing massage of sewage that accompanied it found her clit, caressing insidiously as if it had a mind of its own. Lips took in her mud caked crown and bathed her upper length over and over. She felt her body spasm as her cum pulsed within her balls rocketed forth into the beckoning mouth. A heavy surging followed, creating an anal maelstrom as the seed of one clashed with the sludge of the other.
Her private litany echoed in her mind as she fed.
"It is OK to submit."
"It feels good to make others feel good."
"It was OK to let others decide."
She had become a toilet.
End of Chapter 31