Meadowvale Academy Chapter 74
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Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 74: Sunday Arrivals: Part 1
Each of them sat in one of the wooden chairs on veranda that ran the length of the bed & breakfast pushing their hardened cocks into the pliant anal tunnels belonging to the three Finns that had only recently moved to town. Alanna Davenport ground her piece in and out of the red haired Freja Jarvela as her coffee coloured hand slid up and down on the pale pipe of her counterpart. To her left, her daughter Brandy was similarly coupled with dark bobbed Adi her 12 year old girlie girl daughter. To her right was someone even more newly arrived; at least at their establishment. Sofia Garcia, most recently of the Mason Estate had moved in permanently to help educate Adi and her transgender twin Uli, the latter of which was bouncing up and down on the girl's beef in time with the others.
All three were approaching their glory, all three of the Finnish shafts were greasy and lengthening. Adi was the first to reach out with her treated tongue and sample the pre-ejaculate that lingered on her crown, but the other two soon followed. The ground down on their fleshy invaders below as their own tools stretched towards their hunger. Longer and longer each grew as the stroking became more frantic, more desperate. Lips parted and moist mushrooms pushed past them as three mouth began feeding themselves hints of a larger meal.
Ostensibly, they were supposed to be watching for a small convoy of mini-vans from Ridgeway and their vigil had indeed started out with that purpose. If anyone had asked it was highly unlikely that any of them would be able to point at the moment in time where their quiet watch had deteriorated into the impromptu fuckfest that was happening now, but here they all were, humping and pumping themselves madly into coital oblivion. To be sure, each had paired off as was their routine since Sofia had moved in. This was not unexpected. But pairing off was one thing, not being able to keep their collective pants on was something else entirely. They moved quite well together, each of the girlie-girl's had molded the rhythms of their lovemaking to their mistresses. The four of them shared one large bed now, Sofia, Uli, Brandy and Adi. It had arrived a few days ago. The days of pushing two mattresses together or trying to fit four bodies on one made for two were over, though getting the king sized beast up the stairs had been a bit of a chore.
The twins were coming along quite well with their training. They had both had the Linguamorph and Flexarectin treatments and were on the full lineup of the usual pharmaceuticals. Moreover, Patricia Wellesley and Evelyn Kendall had started them both on Sculptifil and last week brought them both in for their first Erosculpt Gel massage. As a result their hips had widened somewhat and their breast growth had started. Both measured an identical 28-25-28 at the moment, but it was early days and the doctor wanted to take it slow given their age. Alanna and Freja had seen the before and after photos of the girlie girl now known as Marley Evans, but both agreed that caution was the order of the day here. They had an appointment next week to go in again and given the dreamy expressions on their faces when they returned from the first one, getting them to go back wouldn't be a problem. And maybe that was it. Maybe the two girlie girls filling out had provided the spark. It would remain a mystery unsolved.
Up and down they pistoned, in and out the tingling organs plunged. Each gave themselves freely to the other. Rosebuds were offered up as plush catalyst for ecstasy, hands volunteered to pull euphoria from deep within, but there was no illusions among them. As the breath of each grew ragged, as each of their eyes lidded, as their lust fogged their surroundings, what remained of their focus was entirely on their own impeding bliss. The sun began to slide downwards in the sky casting an orange glow and the temperature became a little more brisk, but none of the six noticed. Cocks slammed deeply into rosebuds, hands on others relentlessly spurred forth their cresting. One by one they gave up their carnal treasures flooding the orifices that had been only too recently coaxing their tools to their rapture. Rapture had indeed arrived in a most savage manner. Jets of cream spurted into asses and down throats as the six lost themselves in bliss.
"What do you think Lorena, do we have the right place?" Elisha Braddock asked loudly as she cleared her throat.
"The GPS says we're here," Lorena DeLeon returned with a grin as she took in the scene on the veranda
"Never argue with electronics," added the Amazonian Sigourney Dubois dryly. "They never argue back."
"I never do," Amira Tajimand agreed, "though there are times I have bone to pick with my clock radio."
The first, Dean of Economics at Ridgeway Women's College and the coordinator of the school's annual Visitation Days, called out "I'd like to say that we are lost and we need directions but somehow, I don't think we are and I don't think we do."
It was then that Alanna and slowly the others registered that somewhere along the line, they had picked up an audience. A quick head count gave her 15. Their guests from Ridgeway had arrived.
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Ever since Erin Avery had been accepted for one of the additional apprenticeships at the Meadowvale Health Clinic she had been buried in medical literature. Both she and Hayden Millbrook, the other new assistant had. Neither of them was completely sure of themselves, unlike the other two seniors they were with, Madison Miller and Cameron Wellesley. Both of them had mothers who worked as doctors in the building, one of them actually ran it. They knew all the ins and outs of the practice. It was for that reason the two of them sat at a table at the diner across the road from the clinic going over manuals of the equipment inside one more time.
Come Tuesday, they were going to need to know what buttons to push and when. Fortunately for them the three nurses from the Christmas Cum Drive had agreed to come in tonight and walk them through it all, which was no small thing on a Sunday night. Normally something like this would happen during the week, but tomorrow was Visitation Day. It happened every year just before spring break. Ridgeway Women's College would send out a number of students, mostly first years and mostly local, plus a few professors to the various feeder schools. Their purpose was to familiarize the seniors who would be attending the following year with the ways of Mu Upsilon Mu, the sorority that they would likely be a part of.
Erin thoughts were abruptly interrupted when the bell above the door dinged and her two classmates entered with waves and smiles. "Hey, what are you doing here?" the blonde asked seeing Madison and Cameron.
"Nurse Cantwell told us she was meeting you here so she could walk you through the new equipment," the Wellesley girl informed the two seated students. "We thought we would tag along and help out."
"None of this stuff is easy," added her black haired counterpart as plopped down beside the captain of the cheerleading team and looked over her shoulder. "Aha, the Chikritan 550D. The clinic is build around these babies and all the doodads that go with them. Did you know they brought in Gracey Mills as a part time consultant?"
"Really?" the Millbrook girl exclaimed somewhat surprised. "You mean the big lady that drives the Masons around?"
"She has her masters in Mechanical Engineering, you know," Cameron explained slipping in beside the other bespectacled senior. "Have you ever seen her shop? She has everything in there. She's responsible for half of the arms on this page," she further detailed sliding the book around. "This milker is hers. The double prong there, hers too."
"She's also done a lot of work with the Cockblockers," Maddie related. Headlights pulled into the clinic parking lot. "That's Stella now."
"Grab your stuff," Cam directed standing up. "Looks like she brought others with," she imparted nodding towards the emerging figures of Joyce Weathersby, Evelyn Kendall and Sally Ann Clearwater.
The four older women met the four younger ones halfway, greeting them warmly.
"Glad you could all make it," Stella started. "We just had some new models delivered yesterday. We assembled them this morning."
"They aren't in your manuals," Evelyn revealed.
"We'll show you how everything works though," Joyce clarified with a smile as they all fell into step and started towards the building. "Not to worry."
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Bettany and Camisha walked hand in hand as they strolled down Barnsworth Ave. on the way back from downtown. They had puttered away the afternoon watching locals pass by the front window of Gemini's over cocoa with fellow tennis team members Victoria Cready and Sylvie Villeneuve and were now on their way back to the Fosters for dinner. This would be the first time the redhead had brought her new girlfriend home for dinner to meet her mother. While she did have a good relationship with her family, first meetings were always a nervous affair.
Bettany had always worked hard to excel and earn her mother's approval. Even after her initial trepidation the first time her mother fed her at Serendipity's, she found her comfort with her new diet. Now a day didn't go by that her landscaper parent didn't stick her ass in her face at breakfast and push her sludge down her throat. She had done so again this morning as she stroked the goo from her balls. It had become habitual, something the captain of the soccer team expected would happen every morning. She could tell by the relaxed, satisfied expression her mother wore on these occasions that she indeed had exceeded whatever standard she may have set.
It wasn't like she had never met Camisha before. She had been to some of her games before; she had seen her in uniform, just like she had seen the rest of the team, so she knew who she was. "Still," she considered as she walked, "in the eyes of her mother it was probably one thing to be a teammate or a classmate or even a friend, but quite another to go into a deeper relationship." She had never tried to bend her to her will in the past though. In fact she had always encouraged her to be more outgoing socially. She couldn't actually think of anyone she had hung around with in the past that her mother had disapproved of. To be honest Bettany didn't see why this would be any different.
More important than any of that however was how she felt about Camisha. She didn't know if it was love, at least not yet. It was too soon to tell. There were definite feelings between them that travelled both ways though. Though prom was still months away, the two of them had gazed wistfully at a couple of the fancies in the front window of La Salle's Lingerie on the way back. It was almost as if they were reading the other's mind. As the pair reached the top of the steps, the Foster girl suddenly pulled her counterpart close and kissed her deeply, triggering the porch light. She quickly pulled back a little embarrassed when she heard the doorknob turn some 15 seconds later.
"You must be Camisha," the wavy haired brunette greeted with a smile, beckoning them inside. "Come in, come in, we're almost ready to eat." She linked her arms with each of the teenagers and turning, walked with them deeper into the house. "I know this evening is important to the two of you," she confided as they negotiated the way. "Bringing a special someone home for the first time can be scary. But it is also something that should be celebrated. Too much pressure is put on a young couple in this moment. I didn't want that to be what happened here tonight so I invited a couple of additional guests. I hope the two of you don't mind." With that the trio rounded the corner and entered the dining room. Seated at the far side of the table were her mother's business partner, the hazel skinned Sigrid Nilsson and her equally swarthy daughters, Maja, a sophomore, and Inge, who had just started going to the academy this year. "Siggy made Swedish Meatballs."
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The trio walked around partially built home that sat on a bit of a rise. It was back from the road some at the end of a drive recently made that hid it behind a copse of trees. This separated it from a smaller house that currently provided living space for the one that showed the other two around and her family. "Once we were approved for the Futagen Project we knew we would have to build," Wakiya Morninmgmoon explained as they strolled through the skeletal framework. "We went with a Spanish style, you know, the one with the courtyard in the middle. These will be where the bedroom goes. I mean, there will be a spare over there, but nobody expects that we'll actually use it," the dark haired girl disclosed with a grin. "The dining room, kitchen, den, they'll all be on the other side over there. There will be an entrance to the garage and utility room off of those. We going to put a greenhouse/sunroom across the front, but the real treat will be at the back. Follow me," the Sioux girl directed with a wave as she lead Ingrid Halversson and Pineapple Roundtree to the rear of the half built structure . "We're building this right into the side of the hill. The upper will have a lounge with an overlooking balcony. Below will be the main rec room though with a fireplace, glassed in rear wall that opens onto a deck with a firepit for cooking. There's a river running across the back behind those trees too, you can swim in it."
"This sounds incredible," Pineapple marveled. "How long before it's completed?"
"We think we'll be able to move in by June unless we get snowed under by other work. My Aunt Nawa is already looking to hire. She thinks it is going to be a big year for us."
"Have you been matched up with a candidate yet," the Halversson girl asked.
"Her name is Gwyneth," their host revealed as she pulled a photo from her wallet of a young bespectacled blonde. "Mom says she likes working with tools too," she added as they started back towards the house on the other side of the trees.
"That's good to know," the dreadlocked nodded approvingly. "I really like the idea that they look for more than just a beauty match, although she is a looker."
"If she is anything like our Imogen, you'll love having her around," Ingrid extolled as they walked.
"That good?"
"She's incredible. Whipsmart, loves easily, enjoys feeding, enjoys being fed. She's fit right in."
"She actually sleeps in the same Cradle as her Aunt Astrid," Pineapple volunteered.
"You've been there?"
"I've fed them both. They've chained their collars together."
"They wear collars? And they're chained together?" Wakiya asked somewhat surprised.
"Willingly," the blonde replied. "My aunt teaches her every day, they love being around each other,"
The three continued to chat as they emerged from the trees and approached the Morningmoon residence. The taillights of the pizza delivery vehicle were just turning onto the road from the driveway and the three increased their pace. It was then the black haired senior noticed that there were two additional vehicles that had not been there when they left the house. One, a tan Dodge crewcab with the new company logo, she recognized immediately but the other, a dark green Lexus, was a mystery. "Company," their hostess informed them grinning. "The McFadden's are here."
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They would be sleeping two to a room, at least by the book. Alanna had her doubts how long that arrangement would actually last. It had been with a series of embarrassing grins that the staff of the Ripplewood Arms Bed & Breakfast had recovered from their inadvertent public couplings. Not that their newly arrived guests seemed to mind that much. If anything it had broken through the pretense that often separated those that worked in the hospitality industry with those that used it. The spymaster had already noticed how a couple of the professors she only knew from screen meetings had taken up a special interest in her Finnish residents.
"Do you think you could be a dear and help me with my bags young lady?" the grey haired Gisela Blumenfeld asked the redhead she had seen bouncing up and down on the owner's lap a few minutes ago. "It seems they have put me on the second floor and at my age...well, you know."
"Of course...Miss Blumenfeld," Freja smiled.
"Call me Mistress Gisela."
"Yes Mistress Gisela."
"And you are?"
"Freja...Mistress Gisela," the redhead stumbled slightly
"Slave Freja," the older woman corrected
"Slave Freja," she repeated.
"This way is it?" she surmised slowly starting up the stairs as she hid a smile, having established the order of things. This had started off quite well. There wouldn't be too many more of these for her; she was past retirement age after all. But she enjoyed it all too much: The teaching, the training; the campus lifestyle in general, the feel of young plush lips on her rosebud or around her cock. She would miss all of these things when the day came that she had to step down. At 68 she had been teaching at the university for 42 years now.
She had been the Dean of Economics for 22 of those before handing off those duties to Elisha Braddock 12 years ago. It was a willing transition her protégé had been ready for bigger things. It had allowed her to focus more on her students. She had been a good soldier over the years, having educated 20 different girls in the fine art of toiletry before her current girl, a shy, wispy blonde who seemed to find comfort in the shelter of the strong. Gisela knew even after all of this time they all would willing open their mouths to be fed by her if she asked, even Elisha, who had been her first.
The business ethics professor had called in a chit with her successor to have her slave be included in this year's Visitation Tour. These were her granddaughter Hannalore's last few months of her two year term as her personal toilet. Next year, both would have new mouths to feed. For Gisela it would be the first in six years that wasn't a direct relation. Previously she had trained the girl's older sister Heidi, and before that her cousin Sanja in the Ridgeway method.
On the other hand for Hannalore, this would simply be her first. The young blonde was incredibly obedient but she had a natural submissive streak in her that needed to be tamped down a bit more. She needed to be matched with the right slave for that to happen. Hopefully, the woman would find the lips that would serve them both over the next two years tomorrow. She abruptly paused halfway up the stairs and felt Slave Freja's face push into the crevice of her 41 inch ass. She pushed back a bit more, allowing the Finn more time to drink in her scent. "Tomorrow is tomorrow. Today on the other hand..."
Amira Tajimand was enjoying the trip so far. Her trainee Gerda Johanssen had bathed her cock in spit on the way down. She had coaxed a large load from her balls. The Danish student was so talented that way, her mother had taught her well. Her sister had seen the woman around town with the rest of her brood and sent her a picture. They were quite an attractive bunch. She could see where her slave got her red hair from. "Our family should meet their family," the professor of agricultural engineering thought as the two of them walked toward the dining room after they unpacked. "Yes, yes, our families should definitely meet."
Though Elisha's own slave was from the area the fact that Abigail Gallagher was now a sophomore precluded her from being a part of the Visitation Tour this year. Those slots were reserved for first year students who had come from the feeder school they were travelling to. The Council of Five had decided long ago that having familiar faces around the high school seniors during this time could only help make them more comfortable with what would become a part of their daily lives in a matter of months. No, Abigail had stayed behind but she had arranged a trade for the weekend. She had given her cute brunette to a pair of juniors while she was out of town, Marcela Sebastien and Jody Reyerse.
In exchange their slaves would be hers for the duration of the tour. The professor looked down at the two of them. She could feel Tristan Charles swallow beneath her as she fed the medical student a nice long juicy log of fudge. For her part Jasmin Ellis was slurping on her entire 10 inch length. Granted, she wasn't as endowed as her sister, who sported an even thicker 13, but not many were. Elisha was certain the two would take wonderful care of her girl, make sure she was filled, then emptied, then filled some more. Abby could have such an appetite. She had made sure to tell them that before she left. Even if they needed to call in others to make sure she got enough to eat, they should. "Oh yes," she reiterated silently as her cock slid in and out of the lips below, "they should." She placed a hand on the back of her head and sped up her pace. She was getting close now and she wanted another helping of shepherd's pie before they brought out the tiramisu.
Java shaded Sigourney Dubois had to admire the ingenuity that seemed to sprout like weeds from the area. She had seen the Cradle in action having fed Lisbet Jürgens only hours after it had arrived. It had been most lovely. And now this latest discovery, the straight back chairs fitted with what she had been told were called `FeederQueen' seats, that was truly ingenious. They looked just like any other you would see around a dining room table until you removed the cushioned piece one would sit upon that turned out to be a cleverly hidden lid. Once you did a comfortable neck and head slot for a shitslut to lean back into was revealed, the face of the latter just breaking the surface for a perfect feeding level. The lid then attached to the front legs of the structure providing a backrest for the one on the bottom. All in all it made for a smooth and comfortable experience from all sides.
As she followed Elisha Braddock's suppertime example and pushed another snake of sludge into Wong Jingjing's eager mouth, she smiled somewhat dreamily. The girl's mistress Zora Stoichkov, a lovely braided blonde was ostensibly a free woman now or could be if she wanted to be. But she had chosen to wear the crimson collar that told others that her life belonged to one of the school staff. She dished out another square of the savoury pastry the establishment had served onto her plate and that of her slave. She wanted both of them to be as full as possible. Many would be fed, both tonight and tomorrow.
As impressive as the chairs were, they were by no means the limits to the town's innovation. She had been looking at her tablet on the way down, reading up on the Meadowvale Health Clinic and their partnerships with other local entities. The box braided professor was impressed. Their catalogue of treatments featured a veritable cornucopia of concoctions, many of which focused on enhancing the very lifestyle they had come here to familiarize their future students with. All of those that had come down from Ridgeway were already on several of the drugs she had read about.
Seedomil 2.0, Mesmermamillin, Softserve, Milkmade, and a pair of new items, Fecalmillium and Gastroflex were in the packets given to those that would be doing the feeding. The first increased the amount of feces produced in proportion to the amount of sustenance taken in. The second was a monthly injection that would replace the need for laxatives entirely, regulating the gastronomic reflex and fine tuning one's control over it. Over time it would allow one to comfortably hold their fecal production and more or less release it on demand. Seedomil 2.0, Milkmade, Bactromin, Uribac, Softserve, Fecalmillium as well as an updose of Seedomil Industrial that would be taken tomorrow morning were contained in the doses of all of the first year Ridgeway girls. All of the regimens had arrived at Dr. Dana's office via courier three days ago.
While not all of their classmates had undergone the Flexarectin and Linguamorph procedures as of yet, Sigourney had to applaud her colleague's foresight in ensuring that the student's that would be going on tour with her received theirs three weeks ago. She looked lovingly at the two that were with her now. "Eat up now Zora, there's lots to go around," Sigourney instructed as she slowly forced the blonde's face down into the mound of food on her plate. She tilted her head as she watched her charge gulp down her meal, her cheeks smearing with shepherd's pie once again. She relaxed her sphincter a bit more and sighed as she dumped another muddy worm through the lips below. "Yes, yes, both of you eat up now. Eat and eat and eat."
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Erin dreamily watched the tide of shit slowly rise around her. It covered her hips now and it was all hers. She sat restrained in a container that she could only just see out of. Her cock steadily pumped forth it's spunk into the nozzle that had been attached to it. The blonde senior could feel the twin prongs and ring below massaging clit, prostate, and cock even as her rosebud was held open by the loosened cockblocker she wore. Smaller units were attached to each of her nipples and pulled forth cream of another kind. Her pried open lips provided a tunnel for a hollowed out latex cock that pumped in and out of her mouth with relentless regularity. It wasn't violent or vicious; just a steady pistoning motion. And with each insertion a creamy mixture of shit and semen oozed into her mouth forcing her to swallow again and again. More and more of her fudge poured out into the vessel, far more than she would have thought possible. But it felt so good, yes, yes, it felt so good.
She looked across at Hayden, who was in a similar apparatus. The brunette, already a bit out of her element having skipped a grade earlier in school, was far more frightened at the beginning once the restraints went on. But now Erin could see the hoses that had been similarly attached to her younger counterpart tirelessly siphoning the fluids of her lust from her body even as she was being fed a feast of fecal nourishment. She was much calmer now, her eyes were lidded. She was in her own little world of bliss. More waste pushed out of eldest Avery girl and the level of her brown submersion rose just a bit more. She closed her eyes, continued to swallow, and let her own euphoria wash over her as she thought back through the events of the last hour.
"So, feet go in here," Stella explained as she and Sally Ann strapped her in while Joyce and Evelyn followed suit with the Millbrook girl, "and the arms go here. This one goes around the waist to keep you from moving around too much. Then the legs are secured to the side panels with these straps, we need you both to be spread nice and wide now for this. Ok, hold still while we put on the head brace, this part is important." Medical instrumentation was then attached to track blood pressure, pulse and other essentials and a breathing tube was inserted into each nostril triggered to open should vital signs fall below a certain level. As pleasurable as this would be, there were still tests being run tonight. There always were. The school nurse looked over at the other station to check on their progress, smiling when she saw they were proceeding apace despite the other girl's visible trepidation. A short glance downward was all the instruction the pair needed. As the redhead stroked the brunette to rigidity, her counterpart fitted her into the final apparatus and turned on the cock blocker.
The mouths of both of the enclosed seniors were then slowly cranked open by the classmates. Erin had been here before, at least to some extent, Stella was the one that had taken her. She remembered all too vividly being strapped into the examination table and then being abandoned to the ravages of the mindless sextoys that probed and prodded her body. At first it was frightening, but by the second hour, she had given herself over to the endless waves of pleasure. There was a part of her that was addicted to this sort of thing now. It was that part that pushed her to apply for one of the newly opened apprentice positions the clinic advertised. Still this was a new machine she wasn't quite sure what it would do exactly. There was cause for concern though perhaps not too much.
Hayden Millbrook was in a dream now. An erotic waking dream in which she was floating in a sea of bliss, all of her erogenous zones tingling, her head buzzing, the intoxicating scent of shit permeating her semi-consciousness, its taste fueling her arousal. But it wasn't always like this. It hadn't started out so.
She was teetering on the edge of terror. It was only the constant coddling from her classmates and nurses as well as the occasional caress that was keeping her just this side of panic. Somehow, through it all, the gently betrayed brunette found herself restrained in this contraption they hadn't even bothered to name, at least not that she had recalled. Arms, legs, feet, and now head were firmly secured as her mouth was forced open wider and wider by Cameron Wellesley. She looked at the other senior, her best friend; some said they even looked like sisters, pleading with her eyes as her jaw was stretched. "Shhhhh, my lovely Hayden, be brave, be a brave girl for me. I know you can. I know you will."
"You both will be," Madison smiled down at the troubled as massaged her with Erosil and tweaked her areolas with Milkmade before she began fitting her breasts and cock with the various milking nozzles that would harvest her fluids and feed her lust. Both machines were then turned on and the Cockblocker she wore loosened. Her younger classmate groaned through the oral spreader and humped involuntarily. "There we go, all better now." The Miller girl then did the same to her less worried blonde counterpart. Her thrusting was more controlled but no less enjoyable she mused as she turned to Nurse Stella.
"We know everyone here is on the regular daily regimen," The Hanratty woman began as she stood between the two stations, "but we are going to be adding to it tonight."
"Cameron's mother and our newest hire Dr. Kari Johanssen have been working on a couple of things," Joyce further detailed. "They have given us permission to try one out on you as an injection. It's called Fecalmillium. It's normally given as a pill but we wanted a faster result."
"It will proportionally increase the amount of fecal matter your body produces," Evelyn continued as she rolled an instrument table with eight syringes up to the others. "Basically, if you eat one meal, you will produce shit as if you ate two."
"You won't be alone though," Sally Ann comforted, "we're all taking it."
It only took a matter of minutes before each of the eight had been dosed with the new drug.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Stella asked rhetorically knowing neither could answer. "But we're not quite done. We have one more shot for the two of you. Again, this is usually a pill but as mentioned time is of the essence. We need you to have extra full balls tonight so Joyce and Evelyn here are going to give you a dose of Seedomil Industrial as well as an additional booster of Carettathol." She then nodded to the other two nurses who duly poked a second and third syringe into each of the bound students, "for research purposes of course."
"You really like this next part," Evelyn enthused as she and Joyce then swung a pair of overhead arms into place above their heads each of had an eight inch latex cock on the end with a `peehole' that looked to be a quarter inch in diameter. These were then inserted through the gapped lips and locked into place on the corresponding rings holding their mouths open. Once in place they smoothly began cycling in and out of their oral tunnels.
Both girls watched as the clear hoses attached to the dildos began filling with brown. The flow soon found its way onto their tongues as the taste of shit filled their existence and both were forced to gulp down the foul feeding over and over.
"This is a special mixture we had the girls at Serendipity mix for us this afternoon. It's 90% shit and 10% semen. It should stimulate all that it needs to. We have it set so that every time the cock plunges in, it delivers a 40 mililitre payload.
"You should start feeling the effects shortly," Joyce cooed. "Your tongues will start to grow and well...you'll start to cum. You'll start to cum and you simply won't stop."
"It shouldn't be too long now, not really," Stella continued turning to Cameron and Madison. "Why don't you two help them along a bit? Help them find their way."
"You'll love it, it will be wonderful," Evelyn promised as the two high school seniors stroked the cocks of two others. "Cumming and cumming and cumming."
Hayden couldn't help herself. Milk was flowing freely from her breasts now. Her pussy was juicing incessantly, her anal walnut was throbbing as well. And her cock, her cock was straining against the fast shredding bonds that would prevent its carnal release. Cameron Wellesley stared lovingly into her eyes and stroked her 9 inches as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of shit. She reached down with a second hand to feel her balls.
"You are getting so full lovely Hayden, the yummy fudge is making you want to cum now isn't it?" she whispered as she kissed her forehead.
She was losing herself in this tangle of appetite and arousal. Closer and closer to her edge, it was so slippery here.
"Yes, yes, you want to cum now don't you? Cum for me now lovely Hayden, cum for Cameron. Cum!"
She lost her footing. Upwards her cream gushed as she held the gaze of the one who had brought her to this place. This place where her cum surged upwards even as shit oozed downwards. This place she never wanted to leave.
Erin was brought out of her erotic stupor by the sound of others. They were returning from supper now from the diner across the street. The six of them had left the other two in the dark, eating, cumming, shitting, again and again and again. But the beautiful blonde knew their night was far from over. "As a matter of fact," she thought as her semen was siphoned from her and she swallowed another mouthful of the fecal mix, "it was just about to get started."
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"This is really fantastic Siggy. You've outdone yourself," the Foster woman complimented as she dished out more of the Scandinavian dish all around. "I need to invite you and yours for dinner more often if you're going to cook like this," she added with a grin before turning to their other guest."So Bettany hasn't told me a lot about you," Violet started as she heaped a second portion of Swedish Meatballs on the plate of Camisha Zondo. "But I see the way you girls look at each other."
"Mooom," her daughter whined, glancing at the Nilssons.
"It's OK Bettany, we all friends here," the wavy haired brunette soothed as she sent down the ladle and dug in. "I've known Siggy for years. We went to Ridgeway together; studied landscaping in the same class."
"It's true," the other confirmed. "We got up to no end of trouble. Professor Randall couldn't stand us. I'm actually surprised we passed her class."
"She still around?"
"Retired a few years back," the hazel skinned European divulged. "Daughter took over for her."
"Susannah?"
"One and the same. Savannah just moved down here with her kids to put them through school."
"She's in town?" asked the hostess incredulously.
"Living up by the Yardley Brownstones, she hasn't lost a thing," replied her Swedish counterpart with a grin. The futas around the table worked through the proffered second helping as the conversation about Ridgeway and the antics they got up to in the class of their old teacher continued.
"We must have her over for coffee at some point," Violet suggested returning a mischievous smile inspired by past misdeeds. "Speaking of which," she- re-focused turning once again to her daughter and her guest who were lightly canoodling having set down their utensils, "have you decided what you would like to study at Ridgeway? Bettany here has been apprenticing with us at Flowerpower for the past four years. Are you still interested in urban design dear?"
"Yep," her youngest nodded as she leaned into Camisha and the latter lazily twirled her fingers in her hair. "Going to be the best designer of urbans in the world," she boasted idly, stretching, before falling back into her curly haired classmate's comfortable embrace.
Violet and Sigrid exchanged knowing glances with each other and then with the Zondo girl who kissed the forehead of her redhaired lover. The Foster woman had bore witness to her child's first fecal feast from a big black ass at Serendipity's a couple of weeks ago. She had spotted Bettany holding hands with Camisha less than seven days later. The landscaper was certain that wasn't coincidence. It only took a phone call to the girl's mother to not only confirm her suspicions but to reveal just how far down the rabbit hole her daughter had gone. She had been working next to Siggy for three and a half years, Maja for 18 months and Inge since September. They would be getting the greenhouses ready in February for early plantings as they did every year. After tonight, her lovely Bettany would probably never look at their asses the same again.
End of Chaper 74