Meadowvale Academy Chapter 69
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 69: Coaches Decisions Part 2
"Apparently Miss Zondo made a bit of an impression on you this morning in sociology," the principal began as the guidance counselor kept stroking her hard tool. "Is that true Bettany? Did she make an impression?" The senior was speechless as she watched the large dark skinned teacher rise from her chair and slowly walk towards the couch. "It looks like she is making an impression now. Do you think Miss Zondo is pretty Bettany? Do you? It certainly looks like you do." She was standing in front of her now, her blouse unbuttoned exposing two large breasts with erect nipples. Miss Clearwater turned her body so she could feel her tits pressing against her from behind and then pulled her backwards until she was facing the ceiling her head wedged between her pale breasts. Moments later the girl's sphincter was pierced by crown of the redhead's cock. It synched up with the hand on her shaft in a slow carnal climb.
"What part of Miss Zondo do you think is the prettiest? Do you think she has pretty tits? I'll bet you do," Miss Gallagher coached as the exchange teacher spread her legs and knelt between them. "You would like to taste them wouldn't you? Yeeesss, yes you would. Let Miss Zondo fuck your pussy and she will let you taste her beautiful titties." A second pole of flesh was a welcome addition to her lust beckoned by others. "Nice big brown titties. Drink now, drink up lovely Bettany." First one breast, then the other was offered up. She accepted the liquid gifts of both, bathing in her budding bliss. Twin shafts mined her holes relentlessly as her own was pumped at a similar pace. She gulped down breast milk as it flowed from the woman's areolas. She lost track of time as her mind fuzzed up. She was sinking and drifting, drifting and sinking.
And then they were gone and her pussy empty once more. "Miss Zondo has lovely breasts, but that's not your favourite part of her body is it?" a new voice, a different one whispered in her ear from behind. "There is another part you like more isn't there? Yes, yes there is." Bettany peered through lidded eyes as a beautiful big brown ass moved slowly towards her. Once again she was back in the spa, once again she was beneath Miss Beauvalier, but this time she was a willing student. "Can you show us your favourite part of Miss Zondo's body, can you point it out to us?" The girl tried to moved her hands as the coffee shaded crevice was spread for her but her arms were pinned. "Show us lovely Bettany, show us your favourite part."
She wanted to show them, she wanted them to see. But how? And then she knew. Slowly, hesitantly, her tongue probed outwards from her mouth. The fragrant cleft slid closer and closer, she could almost touch it now. And then her pink tip grazed the crinkled bloom.
"Only there, only that part of the flower?" the voice asked quietly. "Is that the only part of Miss Zondo's beautiful big brown ass that you love? I'll bet there are other parts you love too aren't there? Show us; show us all the parts of her ass that you love."
Again the luscious orbs nudged towards her. Her tongue lashed out now, close enough to do so. Sliding all along the inner walls of the spread cheeks dancing over the rosebud again and again. She loved the chocolate flesh before her; she wasn't even sure whose it was anymore. Was she under Miss Beauvalier? Was she under Miss Zondo? It didn't matter, the mocha mass didn't need an identity. Its salty sweat of teased her tastebuds; its aroma was intoxicating.
"Do you love the inside of her dark meat as much as you do the outside, Lovely Bettany? Do you?"
"Yes, yes she did." She stabbed through the resistant gate, pushing aside its reluctance, forcing herself in. She raked the inner passage, slurping up the wonderful grease. Flesh met flesh, her lips parted in anticipation as she was smothered by the dark skinned Amazonian. The Carettathol response kicked in and the swimmer was pulled back in her world of eager depravity where all that mattered was her muddy meal. A fudgy serpent of shit pushed her tongue back into her mouth and coiled therein, the first offering of another fecal feast.
Her hands were freed and brought to bear on her pole and pussy, each guided by another. Up and down, in and out they smoothly glided. Already saturated from earlier feedings, her Bactromin dosed body reacted immediately; her cock giving up its pearly prize with each stroke, each swallow. Her blouse had been partially unbuttoned at some point, her bra unclasped and removed. Nice thick ropes of her seed splattered again and again; some on her school uniform, some on her naked breasts. Her garment became soaked in semen; a white creamy lake formed between her breasts. Another sensual delicacy was added to her carnal carnival.
"I think our Bettany here has a type," Hannah noted with a smile, recalling her chat with Brigitte at lunch and making the leap in logic once Deondra had asked about her. She watched the senior gorge on filth from bronzed flesh for the second time that day. "Still I'd like to be sure." She saw Sally Ann nod her head back towards the door and opened it. "Of course," she smiled. "Cassandra Mitchell, could you please come into my office for a moment?"
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Her stamina already partially spent from the wrestling match, Rhonda was no match for the bigger, stronger, fresher Gracey. Struggle as she might, the larger woman toyed with her resistance, pushing the back of her knees with her own and then rolling onto her back, taking the former captain with her. She quickly wrapped her legs around the Malinowksy girl's locking them open and nodded to Brigitte, who left for a moment and returned with a spreader bar and restraints.
"Cassandra, a hand here if you please," she asked placing the apparatus over the head of the two on their backs. One by one Rhonda legs were folded over her body and secured to the weighted iron. Her arms were then similarly restrained. The chauffeur slid out from under her, knowing the girl was now trapped.
Coach Beauvalier then pulled a pair of scissors from her purse and began snipping off the student's tights. The top went first, her coach pinching each nipple until they reluctantly became erect even though the fight in her had not abated. Brigitte turned to the Georgina.
"Who would like to help the team get rid of its cancer first?" the wheat blonde asked around the room. All the girls seemed eager to take part, but Heather had outdone herself at the meeting and Lotti never took a day off. She motioned to the heavy redhead and the other short haired blonde on the team.
"It's on the table in the corner," the amateur seamstress indicated, "green bottle."
Georgina retrieved the Milkmade and returned to the pair of teammates who wait standing next to the trio on the mat. "Put some of this on your hands and rub it into her tits. Don't stop. It will help develop your wrists," she added with a grin.
"If you touch me I'll---"
"You'll do what?" the new coach asked empathetically from behind rubbing the sole of her training shoe over her face roughly, silencing the fading bully. "Thought so."
The pair immediately set to work on kneading the trapped wrestler's breasts using the clear oil thoroughly enjoying their new found dominance over the one who had stood over them all season.
The lower half of her training garment was next to go. The material was pulled away from the skin and the shears slid seamlessly through it. Moments later Rhonda lay naked and restrained her foot long cock flopping lifelessly onto her stomach as she bared her teeth in anger.
"That's one limp noodle," Georgina noted, provoking giggles all around, further infuriating the girl below. "Not to worry, you'll be hard soon enough," she added ominously.
"Someday, you'll pay for this," the Malinowsky girl spat.
"Someday someone always pays for something," the latter's aunt commented dryly.
The ex-captain's anger was the opening her successor needed. She quickly slipped in the oral spreader and twisted open her mouth to the maximum. Sliding the wide base of the head brace under her skull, the team's new skipper quickly fastened the adjustable clamp over the old skipper's face locking it into position. Defiant to the end, she struggled to no avail. The clicking of gear teeth was heard as her head was slowly tilted forward by the dial at the back.
Georgina had spoken with both her aunt and Coach Beauvalier prior to the weekend about the team in general and Rhonda's favourites good and bad. They would be next.
"Megan, Penka," she nodded to the pair, "do you think you could each of you could work one of her holes?" As she had been told, the two were good friends who had been arbitrarily adopted by the former captain to be hers as well. They did what they needed to do to survive but their facial expressions betrayed their true feelings. "Start with two fingers, see how quickly you can get her to take four in each OK?" They jumped to their newly assigned tasks with enthusiasm as the blonde heavyweight beckoned Keegan Rooney to the fore. "Black hair, freckles, and a last name like that, she definitely has the Irish in her," the larger girl speculated silently as she approached. "You, my dear Keegan, get the white meat," she announced to more titters all around. "We'll lengthen her soon enough, right now we want her hard and leaking while we educate her." The dark haired middleweight bent herself to the task, working with the other four girls to bring the former team tyrant to a carnal frothing.
Brigitte bent down and pushed a small hose through a secondary round special to this particular unit. Some four feet long, she fitted the other end onto an athlete's drinking bottle filled with yellow liquid and started squeezing.
"Built this piece especially for you, for today," Gracey informed Rhonda staring down at her, "hope you're thirsty."
"Nat, bring me the box under the table there?" she instructed her daughter. By the time the bronze skinned wrestler returned the foul tasting urine was already squirting into the folded girl's mouth. Even as she screwed her eyes up at the bitter flavor, her body was on the road to betrayal.
"How many bottles are in here, Mom," the oldest Beauvalier girl asked returning with the carton.
"Last I counted was seven not including this one." The door opened and one of the volleyball coaches, Branna Rooney, peeked in, grinning at the scene before her. "Gini, come in; come in. What did you bring us?"
A second box was produced as the other teacher made her way to the first. "12 bottles of mixed volleyball team piss as ordered," she answered with amusement. She had the Malinowsky girl Monday afternoons. Though she had only been at the school for just over two months, this had been a long time coming in her eyes. "Candice filled one by herself, what a trooper," More laughter ensued, yet another humiliation for the dark haired girl on her back.
"Nat, take over for me here, just keep feeding her bottle after bottle, we have lots."
The first bottle emptied and a second was attached, then a third, and a fourth. Rhonda stubbornly refused to give in. Forced to swallow the acrid yellow relentlessly, she wouldn't surrender her bladder.
The last two girls sitting on the bench, Katya Koletova and Panda Tremblay, the two youngest on the team, looked a little dejected at being left out.
"I haven't forgotten about you two," Georgina declared as she walked over and squatted in front of them. "You have the most important job of all." The new captain then bent forward and whispered in their ears as each grinned at what they were hearing. The duo left their seats and sat on their haunches on either side of the bully's torso just as squirts of milk began streaming from her nipples.
Her cock was rock hard and her balls were boiling. Both her clit and prostate were being massages by four fingers. She'd lost count of the amount of piss she had drunk. Was it six or seven bottles now? Her bladder was full, but somehow she found the will to keep her urethra pinched closed. Until Katya and Panda knelt down beside her and began tickling her armpits.
"Did she get dosed with both?" Gracey asked her counterpart as she pulled up next to the other two women.
"Bactromin and Uribac? She's been drinking it all day." confirmed the bronze skinned coach. "She should be near saturation by now. It will just be a matter of getting her to release. Smart move by your niece," she added to the last two additions.
Rhonda was humping with the fingers pumping and prodded, it was getting harder and harder to hold back. The two girls at her side were slowly torturing her ticklish areas. They had discovered her ribs were especially vulnerable. Her will was being sapped second by second. She was awash with contrasting emotions. Lust, giddiness, desperation, and for the first time in recent memory, fear; yes, fear. The fingers on her body were relentless; milk was pulled from her breasts again and again; her clit and prostate were being rubbed incessantly; her cock throbbing under Keegan's tactile assault. Her head was buzzing, her haze was smothering. She tried to shrug off the tickling fingers and failed utterly. Her resistance was no more. A small yellow squirt erupted from her.
Megan quickly rolled her hips towards her even more. Spreading her pussy lips with one hand she then returned the other to its furious button stroking. Her urethra gave up the fight and a torrent of golden nectar flooded out of her bladder splashing full in her face, and then her mouth. Her coaches quenched her thirst from above adding to the golden cascade. She gulped furiously trying to keep up with the flow. Her release was violent, visceral; she had never cum so hard in her life. Her balls added their own pearly goodness to the deluge and her pink overflowed with girlgoo. Thinner streams of another kind launched themselves skyward each time her nipples were milked. She still wasn't sure if she liked the taste of piss, but as her pipe repeatedly gave up ropes of cum and clear creamy lava overflowed from her cuntal caldera, her breasts echoed their song and a thought crossed her mind. "Maybe I could learn to."
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Her mother had immediately accepted when she received the invitation from Ruth. She had even decided to drive her in herself. Before dressing however she had both of the Pang girls push their shit down her throat. There were seven mushy logs in total and by the sixth her cum was launching itself into the air with every gulp. Satisfied her stiff member was encircled with a recently obtained Cockblocker 2.0 Deluxe similar to the one the spa had given Tyler shortly before her first day. The toy tightened around her tool and blocked her ass. Both vibrating units were turned on half speed. Sofia could feel her pipe leaking as her parent helped her into the front seat of the Lexus.
When the two Garcias arrived at Gemini's, the four familiar faces from the law office were already there. What was also there but unfamiliar was the table in front of the window the quartet was sitting around. Made of cherry and shaped like a horseshoe with extra space at the arch, it was large enough to sit four to six patrons. While that was somewhat unexpected what made it truly unique was the fact that in the gap was suspended a Cradle Deluxe on a slight tilt facing the window.
"Come on over and sit down," Ruth beckoned as she saw them. When Sofia counted only five chairs she could guess where she would be seated. As she was helped into the apparatus and strapped in, the white blonde turned to her mother. "The tortellini is great tonight; this is our second pot already. Load up your plate and dig in."
"Jack yourself Sofia, jack yourself for all the people watching," her Ukrainian mentor instructed, this time in impeccable English. The sophomore peered towards the glass. Sure enough there were people out there. It wasn't surprising. Irina had brought her here the last two weekends to put her on display as a way of getting her used to being in front of people regardless of circumstance. Around town, she was starting to become known as `The Girl in the Window'. The sophomore squirmed a bit getting more comfortable for her performance. She loaded up one hand with Beanstalk then brought it to her cock before slipping two fingers from her other into her pussy. Closing her eyes she began lazily pumping and plunging as both her hardened girth and her aroused prostate were electronically stimulated.
"They were right," Maria thought as she heaped a third helping, "the tortellini was quite good tonight." The four women sat around the table exchanging banter, inquiring about the most recent goings on it each other's lives.
"They've done such a wonderful job out there re-kindling Astrid's toiletry," Iris gushed to Irina before turning to Maria. "And now you say your futagen has bonded with her?"
"They're both bald, they're both collared, and the other day I chained them," the administrative assistant revealed. "They're never apart anymore. They even sleep in the same Cradle at night."
"That must look so cute," Ruth contemplated. "I must make arrangements to visit again."
"Well, that is kinda what I do," the Argentinean answered with a grin, tilting her head towards the tallest there. "You should come along too Irina. You haven't met this version of Astrid yet have you?"
"She sounds of many interests," the brown haired woman replied, reverting back to her more comfortable Pidgin English she only spoke around people she had some trust of.
"We're adding a new partner at the firm next month to help with the overflow," Iris informed Maria in between bites. "Annalise Bauer approved our choice yesterday."
"Oh really?" she exclaimed. "Who is it?"
"We'll have to invoke Attorney-Toilet Privilege on that one," Ruth broke in, provoking snickers all around.
Maria smiled down at her masturbating daughter lovingly as the latter's cock pushed against her chin. She heard the stories; she was aware of her reputation. But she hadn't seen her on one of these occasions first hand until tonight. It looked like there were five or six gathered outside watching now.
"She is making very good with this," the Slavic lawyer nodded. "Five and six, normal we wait one hour. Is better today."
"You should talk to Katherine and Keaton about moving this to the window looking onto the patio out back," the Garcia woman suggested. "It would get them off of the street and into the club at the very least."
"This is no bad thinking," the Perchenko woman frowned considering. "I make this."
"But first," Iris cut in as she glanced at the empty plates and empty pot. "I do believe there is one here who hasn't eaten yet."
"Is that true?" mother asked daughter, now taking her crown into her mouth. "Does my little girl want to be fed?" She caressed her hair as Sofia slowly opened her dreamy eyes and nodded slightly. "Yes, yes you do don't you?" A sensual blink was the unspoken response. She was so proud of her.
Ruth stood up and slipped her pink panties down to her ankles giving everyone outside a wonderful view of her pale cheeks in the process, even pulling them apart a bit to reveal her carnal canyon before straightening up. "Let's get started then shall we?"
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Cassandra leaned against the office wall as she watched the scene in front of her. The exchange teacher, Miss Zondo, she thought her name was, tilted forward slightly, revealing a unending flow of filth wending its way out of her and into the eager mouth of Bettany Foster. The red haired girl was arching gently, her cum splattering onto her chest as she swallowed again and again. The whole thing was so erotic. She would have reached for her hardened tool if not for the fact that Miss Gallagher had lowered her panties and was already gooping it up with lubricant.
It was a bit of a mismatch height wise, the sophomore being 6'1" and the headmaster being almost a foot shorter but in this case size didn't matter. Her hands felt like heaven on the girl's 13 inches of beef. Up and down, up and down, the actual motion almost didn't register, but the feeling sure did. Her eyes continued being magnetized by the feeding.
"You'll be next Cassandra, you'll feed her next," the principal instructed.
"That's good," she thought dreamily. "I'm so full from lunch and I didn't have any classes with Robin this afternoon." She felt her blouse being unbuttoned and her bra unclasping, then moments later lips on her left nipple. Further down the rabbit hole she went as her ass lifted away from the wall slightly with each stroke. Something wet was leaving a trail between her breasts but she couldn't be bothered to see what it was. More and more sludge poured out of the teacher on top and into the swimmer below.
Deondra caressed the ginger hair of the toilet beneath as she continued feeding her. "Good girl Bettany, good girl. Gulp it all down lovely Bettany, eat it all. My big black ass has so much more to give you." She smiled down at her as she traced along the top of her forehead as she pushed forth her verbal assault on the girl's identity. "And that is the best kind of shit to eat isn't it? Shit that comes from big black asses. Yeeeessss, yes it is. Feel how much you are cumming right now? It's because you are eating shit from a big black ass. It is the sweetest kind of shit, yes it is. I'm almost done now, but I know you still want more. Lucky for you, Cassandra here has shit she can feed you as well from her big black ass. You would like that wouldn't you; eating more and more shit from a big black ass." The teacher felt a slight increase in bounce and glanced back around. The latest surges from the student's member had smacked against her neck, overshooting her chest entirely. She smiled at the progress she was making with the youngest Foster's re-education. "Yes, it seems that you would like that very much lovely Bettany. Very, very much indeed." She pushed the last of her load in. "Clean me now, clean me up well. Good girl; good, good girl."
Hannah had been keeping an eye on the events unfolding in front of her as she worked on lengthening the already massive meat before her. She needed to get it a bit longer still. She wanted the Mitchell girl to have something in her mouth as she fed the senior. The beast was leaving a trail of clear fluid along her neck now working up to her chin. Deondra was getting cleaned now, it wouldn't be long until she stood up. The principal had been listening in to her one way conversation. She had done a wonderful job convincing the Foster girl of her new purpose. As the woman rose and de-coupled her body from the swimmer, the headmaster guided the basketball player into the same position the other had just abandoned. "There we go, open your mouth now Cassie, open up. Take your beautiful cock in, give yourself head while you feed our lovely Bettany the shit from your big black ass." The younger girl sighed and pushed her sexstalk between her lips as she hunkered down on the eager mouth below. Her hands were brought to her steely trunk and she began stroking herself as her rosebud blossomed.
Bettany was only aware that for a few seconds, she wasn't swallowing and that the ebony orbs of her lust that had moved away. Miss Clearwater pulled out of her ass and slipped from beneath her. The couch was pulled away from the wall and the back folded down to make a wider flat surface. Her legs were lifted over her body and held in place as another pair of bronzed cheeks lowered themselves upon her calves, pushing down on her face. The swimmer smacked her lips as she licked the floor of the dark fleshy canyon and delved into sweet starfish she found there. She was back in her element. Her lips surrounded the tightened opening as her pink pointer forced its pliancy, slurping up the brown grease found within. The crinkly flower quivered and bloomed as a result of her relentless prodding. Her parted lips opened wider and she laid her welcoming tongue flat. A long delicious length of mud pushed past her taste buds and down her throat. She closed her eyes and resumed swallowing as her second feast of filth in succession from a big black ass was fed her.
"Who are you texting?" Hannah asked as the Zondo woman tapped on her phone.
"You'll see," she answered somewhat mysteriously with a bit of a grin.
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They found her sobbing on the bed naked facing away from the door. Her school sweats had been tossed into the far corner of the room by the looks of it. She was no doubt bitterly disappointed in her own showing at Molando. "This wasn't right," Riley thought quietly entering the room, "she should be enjoying this moment as much as anyone else." She glanced at the girl she had entered the room with. Dorotea nodded silently, an unspoken communication. They needed her to put her results this weekend behind her; they needed her to be glad of whom she was. The orange haired freestyler slipped onto the bed and spooned the Schwartzstein girl from behind as her Portugeuse companion sat herself on the other side in the valley of space between her knees and face.
"Shhhhhhh, Lorelei, shhhhhh," the braided one soothed tracing a single finger down the line of her torso. "Let it all out, we're here." She kissed the back of her neck gently and shared her bodily warmth. "Had she gained a bit of weight?" she wondered inwardly as her digit continued its travels. "It sure felt like it. There was suppleness in her midsection that most swimmers wouldn't have. Curious, she let her hand slide across her tummy. "They were all full," she reasoned. "The team had pigged out at the buffet restaurant on the way home. The lasagna was very good and, while the chocolate coated banana boat wasn't exactly healthy, it was deserved. But the blonde girl seemed to be packing a bit more than that. She could see a slight folding of the skin as she lay curled up on the mattress.
One sophomore glanced at the other, then at the stomach of the third between them. Riley turned the girl's face and kissed her gently as her co-conspirator surreptitiously slipped off her panties and joggers, letting her sweatshirt act as a very short dress. The redhead kept massaging her stomach. Both she and Dorotea had been trained in toiletry and were willing shitsluts. Although she had heard second hand accounts of the blonde swimmer's appetites from Willow, they had never actually witnessed her being fed. She wondered whether they would today. A quiet hiss, heralding the release of fecal fumes brought the dark haired girl's filthy fragrance into the nasal orbit of the trio. The braided ginger felt the cock of the one she cuddled involuntarily harden and bob, brushing the back of her hand and leaving a small dripping there. The Spaniard had seen it as well. Again, a second silent volley was loosed. The stiffening was more pronounced. There was even a slight humping forward and her head shifted slightly towards the source of the stink.
The two looked at each other as if to say "did you see what I just saw?" The Halversson girl slipped her hand lower and gently toyed with the balls of the one in the middle before encircling her member as Dorotea slid backwards slightly and offered a third, slightly louder gaseous temptation. Still tearful, Lorelei's face negotiated the remaining two inches between her cheeks and those hidden by the cotton in front of her. She kissed the thin strip of skin that lay exposed between the bed and the sweatshirt, first one cheek then the other, as Riley began to jack her slowly. The girl with the golden blonde hair nudged the covering up with her nose and probed deeper into the crevice with her tongue, her cheeks wet but drying. It was like she was soothing herself by exploring the anal regions in front of her.
"We still love you Lorelei," the braided ginger comforted quietly as she slipped her own sweats and panties off with her right hand while maintaining her stroking with the left. "No one wins every time out. We know how important you are to us, to the team." Her own eight inches brushed against the crevice of the jeweler's daughter. The latter's lips smacked as she began to snack on the rosebud of the Delgado girl, using her crinkled bloom as comfort food. Though her mood wasn't brightening per se, the cloud cover shrouding her soul was beginning to break up. The recent medal winner felt fleshy orbs push back slightly against her firmed beef. Riley and Dorotea glanced at each other. It was time.
The Halversson girl rolled onto her back pulling the brooding blonde with her. Effortlessly her pole pushed into the ass of the other as she kept jacking the Schwartzstein girl. Her counterpart meanwhile quickly straddled the pair of bodies, and pulling apart her cheeks lowered them onto the girl's desperate mouth. "Yes, yes, you are so very important to us, very important to the team; very important." Riley whispered into Lorelei's ear as her lips parted and her tongue reached out to guide the Portugeuse girl's first length of fudge through her lips. She began swallowing and humping as her saturated balls gave up their frothy cream in carefree spurts. "So very important," she repeated, smiling as she felt the cum from their consoled friend surge forth as an endless snake of mud poured down her throat; "So very important."
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They had swung the table around 90 degrees and moved it closer to the window so observers had a close-up parallel view of the impending fecal feasting. Veronica how sat on her haunches at the far end of the Cradle unit, her open mouth tightly fastened to the open assflower of her charge. The two students were each wearing half of a new design from Gracey. She had dropped it off at the office a couple of days ago. "It was ingenious really," Iris noted as she had fitted each a couple of minutes ago with a bit of a flourish for the observers outside. One half looked like any other oral spreader unit, the other similar to your standard anal spreader. The difference was in the electro-magnets contained within. A slide of a finger on her cell phone and the open mouth of the senior formed a seamless channel with the expanded sphincter of the sophomore.
"I call it the `Electric Sludgetunnel', the chauffeur had said at the time.
"You've been hanging around that Roundtree woman too much lately," the redheaded lawyer had joked as she laughed at the name she had chosen.
The Romanian girl's hands were cuffed to the chastity belt she had been wearing for the past 10 days. The garment took away access to her cock and cunt, so despite her proximity to both, she could not stimulate either. Irina placed a shallow bowl between her legs and took up a position on the far side of the beautiful bobbed underling. She then produced a grooved anal plug, demonstrating to the crowd outside that her fingers would indeed have access to what they needed to, even while stopping the girl from emptying her bowels before inserting it. The Ukrainian had set a small battery powered clock on the table and started gently pushing three fingers in and out of her ass, massaging her prostate. It only took a few strokes before a steady stream of pre-cum was milked out of the younger and into the vessel below. "Good girl Ronnie, good good girl," the Ukrainian praised. "Your balls, big and full now; is not of many comfort. I make you more comfort. We make balls less full. Is nice feeling yes?" She smiled as the youngest Dimetrescu humped back against her digits. "Yes, yes, nice feeling."
Ruth hunkered down on the face of her apprentice with her back to the picture window; she wanted to give their audience the best view possible. Leaning forward slightly, the tip of her endless sludge poked out of her trembling rosebud. She held it there for all to see. The Attorney had excellent sphincter control, she had developed it over the years of feeding among many others her daughters, Veronica, and now Sofia Garcia. Slowly, ever so slowly she let it droop down a bit farther, then a bit farther still until it caressed the crown of the girl's cock below her, as it lay resting on her bottom lip. She looked over her shoulder down the length of the apparatus at the two academy students. Both would be saturated or very nearly so. The firm had a meeting with Harristone County Real Estate this afternoon before they had made their way here. "They probably could have done it online," she mused, "but the kid needed to be fed." The older apprentice might actually be fuller than the younger, "she had after all dined on the waste of both Bianca and Ariella."
Sofia jacked herself, getting desperate for release. She had been on Bactromin long enough to know when she was approaching the saturation tipping point and she was walking the edge now. But still her mentor was drawing it out, teasing her, making her wait. She ignored her cock and reached out with her tongue to lick the low hanging log. It was within easy reach of her morphed mouth serpent but not close enough for her to get her lips around it. Her balls had been churning for a while now. She needed to cum so badly; she needed to feed so badly. "Please, please," she begged silently, "please let me eat; let me eat your shit; please!!!" Somehow, on some plane, Miss Finney must have heard her. The thick snaky pipe of mud recklessly scoured her mushroom with filth as the deluge of sludge aggressively pushed into her mouth.
She didn't even have to give herself head as she almost immediately reached her level. As Sofia stroked herself, her cum mixed with the brown torrent, granting her taste buds a savoury bouquet of semen and shit. Her own fecal fudge began to flow from her and down the throat of her older colleague. She could feel the rhythm of her gulping. It was such a blissful sensation, her lips gently pressing in and out with each swallow. The sophomore closed her eyes and let her dreamy state take her as she was fed and in turn fed another.
End of Chapter 69