Meadowvale Academy Chapter 79
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Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 79: The Girls are Back in Town: Part 3
The four of them sat around the table each looking at their tablets as they casually finished off their desserts. Clara Clearwater and her new business partner Magnolia Roundtree sat next to each other sharing a tablet full of information the town's human resources manager Annalise Bauer had provided them. To her right was Svetlana Stoichkova, another member of local government whose portfolio read enterprise manager, who was sliding through files of her own.
"They do look impressive," the dreadlocked woman noted as she read the reports on the two Randall girls. "I'm especially pleased with what Candice has to say, both about Vanessa's capacity and interest of both in botany."
"She does have a good relationship with both of them I'm told," Svetlana chimed in. "I know my Penka can attest to that in regards to Vanessa. The two are in the same class on Wednesdays. My girl has fed her more than once and the teacher makes use of her regularly."
"Beate has gone out with the two of them before," the short haired blonde divulged. "Yolanda definitely has the upper hand between the two despite her being the younger."
"We have experience with that kind of thing at our house," Clara informed the others as she glanced around looking for her second eldest. She smiled and nodded to the others when she saw that she was being strapped into one of those new devices, the Sludgemersible she thought they were called. "My Amanda has always been most agreeable to the wishes of her younger sister, even since they were young."
The Bulgarian bureaucrat fingered her way to a new digital display. "Doris gives them the thumbs up as well. They take meds well and their load numbers are well above the norm with the daily intake of Seedomil Plus."
"Are they ever going to make the promotions of those two permanent?" asked the herbalist
"I've been told they are looking for a new school physician," the German revealed. "Once they find her, everyone's name plate will change."
"Hmmm, interesting," the redhead mused dreamily as she wondered who that might be.
"Perhaps we should bring the girls together, see how they interact," Annalise suggested as she shifted slightly in her seat.
"Well, we have possession of the property on Morriston Road now right?" the Clearwater woman asked snapping out of her reverie and turning to the short Bulgarian.
"As soon as you both give me a thumb scan, yes," she explained. "I brought all the necessary documentation with me today. `Harristone Botanical Research', correct?"
"She hasn't been able to come up with anything wittier" the redhead answered drily tilting towards her new business partner.
"It's not like I didn't try," muttered the dreadlocked woman.
"Bananaboat Enterprises?"
"What's wrong with bananaboats?" she then protested to the laughter of the others.
"Anyway, yes, we should get the girls together, sometime this week," Clara agreed. "Maybe walk the new place, see exactly what we have there."
"That's a good idea," the other concurred recovering somewhat. "Maybe invite your girls along as well for the ride," Magnolia then suggested motioning to the two town hall administrators.
"Speaking of rides," Svetlana cut in, "How is she doing down there?"
"Savannah?" Annalise asked as she pushed her fourth log into the mouth below. "Let me look." The pixie haired futa peered down her back and then beneath the table taking in the grandmother of the two girls they had been speaking of. From her perch in the FeederQueen she watched the comfortable swallowing of the silver haired woman as her cum was siphoned from her by a portable milking unit. "She's looking pretty good."
"How is her saturation?" Clara questioned.
"Oh, she's been pumping away for the last few minutes now."
"Did she know?" queried the hippie woman.
"I don't think so or why would Lorna have given us the Lustrium when we walked in the door?" returned the Stoichkova woman. "But this obviously isn't her first time down there."
"Why did McFadden want her filled up?" the herbalist prodded.
"They have a girl over there under the table," Svetlana disclosed "I think this is all about her."
"Well if nothing else it will give us a firsthand look at what the Randall family is capable of," Clara surmised as she took peeked under the tablecloth.
"Yes, yes, it certainly does," Annalise sighed, licking her lips as another snake of sludge wormed its way out of her rosebud and through the willing lips of the futa beneath her.
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Zari Tajimand knew that neither she nor Élodie would be looking for a new Bonded Daughter out of the current crop of girls were arrayed before them. After all, the pair still had another year left to go in their sorority relationship. It was one they both enjoyed having been long established. The farmer's daughter had watched as the Mistress Mothers that had drawn higher numbers went before her in the selection process. True, some, like Professor Dubois for example, had laid claim to one of the academy seniors prior to anyone showing up at Gemini's this morning. That kind of thing happened occasionally, power did have its privileges. As she understood it one of the girls had also been set aside on behalf of Professor Blumenfeld. She had taken a first year business course with her as an elective two years ago. The Austrian teacher was a wonderful woman nearing retirement, she deserved special treatment. Zari certainly wasn't going to begrudge her a jump in line.
Saffron Kozslowski, having drawn the lot directly ahead of her, selected the tallest girl of the bunch Pineapple Roundtree, just like the Iranian girl thought she would. The future cosmetician was nothing if not predictable. Not that she could fault her, not really. Just like her the two of them also had a type. As she walked slowly down the line of the remaining candidates, she traced their lips with her finger; then she bid each to turn around and offer their clefts so she could do it again. Each time she glanced at Élodie to judge her reaction, so far the other Roundtree girl, Tumbleweed her file said, seemed to elicit the best response. But there were still a couple more to go including the one at the end whom the Tajimand girl thought might just be the one. The full, pouty lips of Achava `Chavy' Margolis greeted her fingers when she lazily probed the girl's mouth with first one digit, then two, then finally three. The only child of Ariel Margolis, the baker, she had a wonderfully rounded figure. The high school student was larger there than she was, comparable to her Bonded Daughter. "Nearly as big as the both of them between the legs as well," she observed with a raised eyebrow.
She turned her around and bent the girl over, letting her fingers drift over the Israeli's carnal cavities, prodding, probing. Her soft reactive thrusting was an instinctive, sensual thing. She wasn't even moving her hand and the brunette was taking her dual prongs to the second knuckles without realizing it. She pulled her best friend in close as the two peered intently at the undulating ass of the third. Zari was as hard as a rock, she glanced over to see Élodie in the same way. "This was the one," she decided. "This was most definitely the one."
Zari looked over her shoulder as she pushed another pasty log onto the bronzed face of Chavy Margolis, who they had strapped into a nearby Cradle. It was quite a mound that had piled up there. Dr. Wellesley's waste was in there as was Dr. Charles'. The latter's contribution, a little more ochre than the others, had completely buried the girl's face. And now she added her darker fudge to the mix. She could hear the Jewish student's smacking lips underneath it all as she noisily gorged on her fecal feast. Her assflower crackled in response as she pushed out another brown worm.
Further down was another distinctive sound, the chorus of a steely rod relentlessly ploughing upstream against a torrent of descending shit. Élodie grinned euphorically, somewhat maniacally, as she slammed her hard 11 inches in and out of the restrained futa's rosebud, even as her sludge pushed out all sides. The lovely brown mess oozed everywhere. It covered the Swiss girl's cock, her balls, it mashed in between the stomachs of the two younger students causing the youngest to hump wildly as her stiff pipe was trapped in a messy body massage.
The junior sat backwards on the apparatus away from the girl's body, but that was by design. It allowed her to better add to the mass of mud behind her. It also provided this lovely Dimestrescu girl's mouth better access to her throbbing tool. Rumour had it she had been spoken for already, one of the professors, she had heard. "Better get my shots in now then," she grinned inwardly as she used a hand on the back of her head to speed up her pace before returning her gaze to the pair in the opposite direction.
She smiled warmly at her Bonded Daughter. Even as she pummeled the ass of the girl below her, even as the mucky mess built between them, Élodie's eyes remained fixed on the mountainous meal before her. She could see the gears of rationalization turning in her head. "Surely, she can't eat all of that," the Mistress Mother imagined her slave thinking. "There is so much there, more than enough for one shitslut. There is probably enough there for three." But just as much as she might want to gobble down the pasty prize before her, Zari knew she wouldn't make a move towards it. Not unless she allowed her to.
The Ridgeway junior lifted the chin of her counterpart with two fingers, holding it place as the latter continued her anal thrusting. She could see the wanton begging in her eyes. They had both eaten well for lunch, the beef stroganoff was exquisite. Kirby Forsythe really knew how to cook. And even though the Swiss girl was full, she had such a hunger at the moment. Her gaze flickered back and forth between that of her Mistress Mother and the beautiful mound of brown mud that was only inches away from her watering mouth. Zari looked beyond the girl and saw an angular faced dusty blonde in her late 30's leaning against the bar but watching the three of them. Katherine Cready, one of the managers of the establishment. "Her daughter was a first year in my last," she recalled taking in the curvy, attractive body of the hostess. She nodded her head in invitation. She had an idea.
She remembered the Tajimand girl from Visitation Day two years ago and the year before that. A choppy black shoulder length bob with brown highlights and a bit of a sneer, she had an air of rebellion about her. She was a bit reluctant to begin with but after a few months at Ridgeway she had become such an eager eater. Katherine had fed her the second time herself. And now here she was, a Mistress Mother herself with Élodie Delacourt in tow as her Bonded Daughter. That looked like the Margolis girl beneath her, but she really couldn't tell for certain, the mound of waste piled on her face was so high. The feed store manager's daughter was slamming her piece into the tied down ass of below her as shit oozed from between their sliding bodies. "Oh," her eyebrows raised slightly when she saw the Iranian nod in her direction. She smiled and began to walk towards the trio, hips swaying seductively. "I don't need to be asked twice."
"Miss Cready," the black haired girl greeted smiling in return. "You look to have been quite busy today. I've watched you running around making sure everyone had been taken care of, but no one has taken care of you it seems."
"Did you have something in particular in mind?" the older woman asked with a grin.
"Well," the other began, turning back to her chattel and gently pulling her head forward while maintaining eye contact with a authoritative regard that spoke `I'll let you look, I'll let you smell, I'll even let you taste, but you can't eat until I say you can.' She guided the back of the brunette's head until her lips hovered tantalizingly close to that which she so long wished to devour. "You've been on your feet since I've been here. You could probably use a seat about now. As it happens we have just the place for you to sit, don't we lovely Élodie?"
She pushed her Bonded Daughter's face into the filth and watched as she began to gorge on her fecal feast from the top while another worked her way up from the bottom. The blonde futa then swung a leg over the cradle and backed herself in place over the slave's scalp as she spread her cheeks. With a series of crackles her shit began coiling furiously onto the Delacourt girl's hair. Zari, pushed her own fleshy orbs against the older woman's and added her own muddy worm to the mix. Sludge relentlessly flooded out of the rosebuds of both women, starting at the top but oozing down the sides and front as each pushed down from above. More and more the pair pressed down even as they added to the mass of muck and between the two of them completely buried Élodie's head in brown.
The Swiss girl was completely isolated now, willingly trapped in a prison of bliss. Chewing and swallowing as fast as she could, she knew another mouth greedily vied for the thing that hungered her most. At the same time her thickened pipe was hammering in and out of a slippery shit filled tunnel edging closer and closer to her cresting. Below her she could feel the desperate thrusting of the Chavy Margolis, she too was nearing release. Perhaps they would cum together, perhaps they would saturate at the same time. Élodie certainly hoped so. The Ridgeway first year bent to both of the tasks at hand. She picked up the pace of her flexing hips while drilling down deeper with her tongue. "Wait, what was that? Something moved." She probed farther into the brown mound and again felt the touch of flesh. Her fucking then became frantic and frenzied like the Israeli she was plunging into as she found the contact she had been seeking.
In their own fecal retreat, the tongues of the two girls tangled amidst the sludgy ooze. Each stole the precious treat from the other, gifted it back in return, shared their muddy meal, even as they were blinded and deafened to everything else. They existed only for each other now. Even as their bodies moved together, rocking, thrusting, humping, fucking, even as they gorged and gulped, even as the warmth of impending release spread from deep within overwhelming their senses, more and more shit found its way into their eager mouths. Beyond their bounds into bliss they were pushed. Cum rocketed up stiff shafts mixing with the chocolate fudge that covered their bodies inside and out. Jets and jets of creamy seed gushed forth as wave upon wave of ecstasy flooded over their melded existence. Alone but together in their carnal cocoon, they had become one.
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The bell over the shop door sounded indicating new arrivals. Not that Howard Park Pottery was open for business yet, after all the proprietors of the new enterprise had arrived only the day before. The shelves were bare; the newly ordered pottery wheels had not yet arrived; the entire place needed a new coat of paint. There was work to be done but it was early. Right now there were other things to think about.
"Come in, come in," Temperance Augustina greeted as Ariella Reed and Bianca Vickers entered the front door of the recently occupied building. "You're just in time for the nickel tour." The three exchanged handshakes and small kisses as the black haired woman lead the other two deeper into the building. "The front will stay pretty much the same. My clients like the placement of the displays in relation to the shop windows," she called over her shoulder leading them down a hallway past a larger second room that had acted as storage for the previous tenants. "They want to knock out this wall and extend the space out another 20 feet, convert it into a studio," she continued opening the door and ushering them in. "They want to run pottery classes two nights a week and another one on weekends for the younger crowd."
"Sounds impressive," Ariella complimented. "You should let Gabrielle Villeneuve know. She teaches art at the academy. At the very least, she might be interested in attending, maybe even get the word out to her students."
"Maybe suggest an apprentice or two?" Bianca added looking around the room. "Kinda dark though isn't it?"
"Well that side fronts onto Howard Park," Temperance explained. "My clients plan on putting picture windows in along that entire wall and an outside entrance with seating, sort of a break area if you will."
"And a scenic one at that," the redhead pointed out.
"It will allow them to keep the studio open even when the shop is closed."
"Has anyone been hired for the work yet?" the Vickers woman asked
"I suggested they talk to the girls at 4M," the Australian realtor informed her partner.
"We plan on reaching out tomorrow," the aide confirmed. "We've been told today is a big day in Meadowvale."
"Visitation Day only comes around once a year," the blonde smiled.
"Next year we'll both have daughters in attendance," the other revealed with a grin. "Fun will be had by all."
"My clients will as well," Temperance pointed out sharing their anticipation.
"Speaking of which, when will we meet them?" Bianca asked.
"Now," the raven haired assistant replied. "Come, follow me." With that she herded the pair out the door and further down the hallway away from the shop towards the back through another door. "This way," she directed walking them through the large kitchen they knew would be there and into family room behind it. "They really like the community, they feel it is a great fit for their lifestyle," the Augustina woman chatted idly as she led the duo around the corner. "Here they are now. Bianca, I do believe you actually know them."
The blonde woman pulled up short when she saw who Harristone County Real Estate had been unwittingly dealing with for the past three months. Her facial expression almost immediately turned from one that of amusement to one of dismay. Indeed she did know their clients; she had known them for quite some time. Two attractive, shapely grey haired women, twins, stood up from the couch they had been sitting on and approached the trio. At their side was a young dark skinned girl with short cornrow braids and glasses.
"Bianca Vickers, Ariella Reed," she began as the older pair clasped hands with the realtors, "might I introduce Myrna Vickers, Bianca's mother, Morna, her aunt, and Evangeline Loveday, their new daughter."
"So lovely to see you again, Bianca dear," Myrna welcomed enfolding her daughter in an embrace, allowing their members to push up against each other through the clothing. She flashed her sister a look when she felt her daughter's piece begin to involuntarily harden. The older woman humped lightly coaxing the other's tool to its full glory as her sibling crowded in beside her niece and started whispering in her ear. To most the contents of the soft message would seem a series of random sounds. Even to one understanding Irish Gaelic, it would seem nonsensical, a child's rhyme at most; Nonsensical to everyone, everyone but the three Vickers women.
Bianca felt her free will slowly leak away from her as she retreated into the time of her childhood. She hadn't been here in so long and she liked being here so much. She didn't have to worry about silly things, she didn't have to think about what to do. She just let her Mummy decide for her; Mummy Myrna and Aunt Morna. It was so much easier this way.
The two mature futas felt the daughter of the first slacken slightly as soon as the second began to murmur. The glazing of her eyes was a further tell-a-tale sign that the conditioning they had instilled in her all those years ago was still in there. They smiled at one another and led the blonde back towards the couch. They had been counting on this. Oh, they likely could have re-established their mental hold over her, but that would have been time lost, plans deferred. No, this was better. Her clothing was quickly stripped from her and the trio sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch, the youngest giggling, pleased with the game she was about to play.
"Is Baby Bianca a Hornygirl?" Myrna asked quietly smooching her on the cheek. "She is isn't she? Baby Bianca is a Hornygirl. Everything makes Baby Bianca horny, everything makes Baby Bianca hard. Lovely Evangeline makes Baby Bianca hard doesn't she? Look, look at lovely Evangeline Baby Bianca, look." The young girl had removed her own garments and was slowly stroking her own tool, a thick and juicy eight inches, not six feet away.
"What a lovely cock Evangeline has, nice and hard. Hornygirls like hard cocks," Morna imprinted as her niece became completely entranced with the youngest in the room. "They really do. When they see one it makes their own cock hard. So hard they have to play with it, they just have to. Baby Bianca is a Hornygirl isn't she? Yes, yes, she is."
"Show Mummy Myrna and Aunt Morna how much Hornygirls like hard cocks Baby Bianca, the other Vickers sister instructed smooching her daughter once again. "Show us."
The blonde slowly she drew up her knees unable to tear her eyes away from dark skinned girl before her as she did so. Her hand slid down her leg and brushed up against her balls as if it had a mind of its own. Her knuckles grazed her shaft and she flexed slightly in response to the touch. Her nails dragged across the top of her piece and then quite suddenly her fingers curled around her shaft. Something cool, thick, and slippery was poured over her length and she began to pump up and down robotically as she watched the coffee shaded flesh pipe get closer and closer.
She giggled once more as she jacked herself, her hand on her tool sglitching rhythmically as she happily humped in time to the motion. Her left knee was placed up over another, her right knee followed suit. She slumped slightly as her legs were parted even more. Baby Bianca gurgled and sighed as two fingers slid teased one of her lower holes, two more the other, but her eyes never left the dark meat that was now but an inch away from her mouth.
"You know what else Hornygirls like Baby Bianca?"her mother asked as she pushed her digits into her pussy. "Horny girls like the taste of cock."
"They love it, they love the taste of cock, the taste of cum," her aunt echoed as her own pushed through her rosebud. "They love having their faces fucked."
"You're a Hornygirl aren't you Baby Bianca," the other suggested as the pair volleyed the third's free will between them.
"A Hornygirl who loves getting her face fucked?"
"Show lovely Evangeline what a Hornygirl you are."
"Show her, open up now; open wide." Once more the blonde licked her lips, then reaching out with her tongue helped guide the tool of her affection through them and down her throat until it found its bottom. Two smaller hands found the back of her head, even as the girth, impressive for its young age, stuffed her mouth. Two fingers became three and one motion became four. A new carnal math was calculated. Her mind clouded in bliss, Baby Bianca remembered the favourite teachers of her youth. Even as she gurgled, giggled and sighed. Even as fingers plunged in and out, even as fingers pumped up and down, even as the thick cock sawed along the length of her tongue, plunging, plunging, she remembered her favourite teachers of her youth and the lessons they taught. She remembered.
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They had promised her this. It wasn't like she was negotiating from a position of strength but she had served them well in her time and she had been able to wring this concession out of them. They hosed her down, washing all of the filth away until she stood before them in her naked glory. Allison `Peaches' Waverly now measuring a wonderfully flabby 38-29-42 with the thickest cock in Meadowvale thanks to an experimental treatment she had been on for the last week. The doctors at the clinic had to create the `Double X' designation just for her 11 inch beast.
She stroked it a couple of times, bringing it to its full length and looked in the mirror. "What a monster," she mused. "This could truly split someone in half." They had to fit her with a new Cockblocker Triple after that. Not that they ever tightened it. No, her semen harvest was far too important for them to turn off the tap. Technically it was reducing the output of the club just to have her standing here now. But today, there was a greater purpose to serve in general and on a more personal note, a score to settle. She could hear the murmurs of the Sally Ann Clearwater and Stella Cantwell as they observed her.
"I've been talking to Keaton," the redhead divulged speaking over the hoses as she pushed up her glasses. "Apparently since she was given the Ballbooster Injection-"
"-wait, Ballbooster?" laughed the buxom blonde. "Let me guess, one of Magnolia's?"
"I think it's one of her better ones actually," the other grinned back, motioning for the naked girl to turn around and spread her cheeks so she could spray her ass crack. "Anyway, apparently her numbers have been through the roof the past four days, up by almost half. Patricia confirmed it this morning when you were grabbing coffee."
"Really?" the school nurse exclaimed lowly whistling. "Wow."
"And then there is...that," she continued nodding to the massive pipe the senior was now sporting proudly.
"Unintended then?"
"Not in the design, no, but not unwelcome either depending on what else happens with it," Sally Ann revealed, tossing Allison a towel.
"Who else is on it?"
"According to Patricia, only these two," the school counselor informed. "It's a closed shop. She wants to see it work its magic on our girls here before going further."
The two quickly applied make-up to the senior, put her Gemini's collar back on, leashed her, and turned on her Cockblocker Triple once again. They wanted her nice and hard when she walked out into the restaurant.
"Time for you to walk the runway `Peaches'," Stella smiled as she led the willing shitslut towards the door.
At first they didn't notice. Many of the patrons of Gemini's were caught up in their own activities. She didn't recognize a number of them and assumed they were from Ridgeway. She saw her middle school principal Miss McFadden and three other mature futas strapping Wakiya Morningmoon into a nearby Cradle unit. It was hard to recognize her in the get up she was wearing. It looked like some sort of gimp suit; she had seen them in the online catalogues she had perused prior to becoming a shitslut. She had thought of getting one for Amanda Clearwater. Now she wondered if they came in her size. She watched as they bent her legs over and secured them to the spreader bar. The four silver haired women, her former teacher, Ciara Fitzgerald from the winery outside of town, Edith Walters, the school groundskeeper, and finally the widest of them all, one she didn't recognize, peer down at her, hunters to the prey, as each prepared to feed her classmate.
But here came a fifth, a more recent arrival to Meadowvale, but one who had fed her nonetheless. This time however, Savannah Randall was naked, stiff, and full. The bump on her stomach was rather noticeable and she was having a hard time holding her fecal load in. The mothers of two of her former classmates, Clara Clearwater and Magnolia Roundtree, guided the grey haired woman over to the other mature futas and helped her swing her trembling orbs around. Slowly she lowered herself onto the face of the Navajo girl and with a sigh unclenched her sphincter. The one she didn't recognize used a little nozzle in the gimp suit to pump beanstalk into the sleeve that had entrapped the black haired girl's piece and then started to massage its length through the material. Her old principal handed the other a wireless headset and the patter she had become familiar with commenced as Wakiya Morningmoon willingly swallowed. Allison glanced around some more as she affected to strut amongst the carnal carnage. Her 236 pounds was on complete display now, her folds jiggling with each step, her buzzing pipe veiny and stiff, her mushroom red, angry, and leaking.
It was easy to recognize Bettany Foster, even under the ass of Kelly Forsythe. As she walked by the unit she was strapped into, the swim team star was frantically gulping down the fudge from the older girl while her cock was being relentlessly pumped by another she didn't recognize, a dark haired girl of Asian extraction, possibly Chinese unless she missed her guess. On her knees next to them was Camisha Zondo currently deepthroating the lovely member of Mayor Mitchell. Another tall dark skinned woman with long box braids was standing next her and receiving similar treatment from the blonde haired Zora Stoichkova whom she remembered from her first year at the academy. The two conversed in a friendly manner as the girls below them snorkeled on their lengths. Both of the students were getting face fucked by their elders, their heads guided by the hands of the women standing over them. One sped up the pace of their thrusting and then the other. As her eyes slid from that scene to take in the rest of the room, she smiled as both girls began to swallow.
The three of them made their way around the central floor area to the far corner where Doctors Johanssen and Miller stood next to a third Sludgemersible. The quiet whirring of the pumps, the continual flow of shit up the hose and into the only partially visible feeder nozzle, and the activity on the screen of the medical monitor betrayed the fact that the apparatus was occupied. The two medical professionals broke off the gentle conversation with the one within at the approach of the trio.
"Is she ready?" the bald girl asked peering momentarily at her thick steely rod. "I really need a place to put this. My balls are bursting."
"She's been feeding for over two hours now," the Danish woman answered her blue eyes twinkling through her glasses.
"She saturated 12 minutes in," her black haired colleague related nodding to the hoses harvesting fluids from whoever was strapped inside. "All her vitals are good, her production is consistent."
"She could probably use a change in diet about now I'll bet," Sally Ann suggested. The two who had hosed her down helped the shitslut up into the topmost position on the Sludgemersible as the redheaded physician removed the feeder nozzle. Allison carefully lowered herself into the structure her bulk raising the tide of shit within over the tits of the girl below. She grinned somewhat maliciously at her former classmate; their positions were reversed only weeks ago. The eyes of the latter widened in alarm upon seeing the size of the fleshy crown that now pushed against her lips. It was obvious that she had never seen anything like it.
Allison shifted her weight slightly applying more pressure on the jaw beneath her, slowly, implacably forcing it open. Bit by bit the pink rim stretched and widened as more and more of the mushroom pushed in. Again, the larger girl transferred a bit more of her bulk onto the face partially enveloped by the folds of her flesh. Again, broadest part of her meat sunk in deeper until, with a sudden slackening, it was past the initial ring of resistance. Peaches sighed as the head of her cock finally worked its way in. Scooping up some of the filth around her, she placed both her muddy hands on back of the brown hair and began aggressively face fucking Madison Miller as her mother looked on, glowing with pride.
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June closed her day planner as the last of the juniors filed out of her final class of the afternoon. All in all her third visit to Adderwood had gone quite well all things considered. She spent all of her lunch hour on her first day at the school on her back as each of the available staff fed her, not to mention all three of the McFadden women who had dropped by for a visit. She could barely walk by the end of it. Lorna and Molly had to help her into her classroom. It had been an initiation of sorts. She imagined all the guest teachers from the academy received a similar welcoming of some type on their first days. Last week her banquet of brown had not been quite so extensive. The principal had slithered five logs into her, followed by four from Cassidy O'Connor and then six from the Amazonian Deondra Zondo. While she was indeed fattened throughout the afternoon she was able to at least use the blackboard with little difficulty.
And now, here she was wrapping up her third shift at the middle school. Today had been relatively light eating by comparison to the first two times. Lorna had finagled a table at Gemini's for Visitation Day so Hazel Millbrook was acting as the principal today and Isabel Castillo as her second. She had knelt behind each shortly after the noon hour bell receiving six juicy logs of filth from the former and another five from the latter, but even as she did so she spread her cheeks so her rosebud could snake four of her own fecal worms into Kayleigh Harper, who was lying beneath her. The girl had recorded their mutual feasting on her telephone, mentioning that her Mummy Penelope wanted to be sure she was eating well. It was a two-way street now and even being in the middle was a pleasant change. The teacher had come a long way since that first day in the staffroom at the academy.
Her time as Baby June, her time in the Cradle that sat outside the main office at school, constantly gulping down waste while her cock constantly spurted its seed and her body was coated with the fudge her rosebud relentlessly pushed out. Teachers and students alike, even parents visiting their children had spread their cheeks upon her, feeding her their fecal fruits time and again. Her early experiences at Meadowvale had expanded her carnal horizons; her arousal was now more easily piqued by a wider variety of stimuli. Just thinking about the past was causing her stem to stir below. Still, there was a time and place for everything. And it was for that reason that as she entered the hallway and saw Hazel and Isabel talking together as the river of students flowed around them, she flagged them down and approached.
"How was your first day without the old lady around?" Hazel asked over the din looking over at her as she approached.
"Fairly well, the juniors are a smart bunch of girls," she reported as Isabel slid an arm around her waist and the three began walking down the hall towards the principal's office. "A couple of them are truly outstanding in certain subjects. Your Harmony knows her countries and capitals," one blonde informed the other before turning to her Brazilian counterpart. "And your Isolda is quite good with her numbers. Her quiz today was perfect."
"That's good to hear," the larger woman smiled. "It's nice to know that my work is not going to waste."
"Indeed," Hazel agreed. "It would be a shame if the teacher's kids were underachieving in class."
"Oh, they aren't," June insisted. "But that isn't why I wanted to talk to the two of you."
"Concerns?" the bespectacled principal queried stopping in the hall as the crowd around them slowly began to thin.
"It's not that they aren't doing the work," the Halversson woman, "but there is a bit of acting out in class."
"Acting out?" asked the dark haired teacher, "our girls?"
"Well, it isn't just them, it's a group. They sit at the three desks at the back. Phoebe Onasis, Janneke VanDer Veld, Heloise Tremblay, Misaki Aiuchi, Jola Lásková and Paget Sewell are also a part of it, but it seems like, and I hate to say it, it seems like Harmony and Isolda are the ringleaders." June glanced to either side at her colleagues hoping she hadn't overstepped. "It has been going on since my first day here. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a bit of frivolity, even flirting in class; girls will be girls after all. I do not want my students to be robots. But it just seems that they have been going further and further each successive week. It's starting to get out of hand."
"This does sound serious," the Millbrook woman nodded drawing her attention as the last of the students left for the day. "Give me a moment. I'll see if I can find them. Let's do this in the common. The office will be too small for all of them and I'd rather try honey before I use the stick."
A whiff of something familiar wafted through the air from the direction of the vice-principal. June recognized it immediately but was powerless to do anything to stop the effect it was having on her. All those orgasms she had been jacked to in the first two weeks; the school probably had a lifetime supply of Lustrium designed just for her. Isabel turned her head towards her and invaded her mouth with her tongue. She willingly melted into the larger teacher's embrace as a second pungency emerged from behind her. The acting principal had dosed herself as well. She stiffened as she was gently ground against from both sides. The pair continued canoodling with her but resumed their walking towards the double doors at the front of the school. One by one, each of her garments were removed as they got closer and closer until they stood in front of a long familiar piece of her recent history, a place where she had spent much of her time at the academy, a place built especially for her, a place with her name written on it.
"Why don't you sit down right here and tell us exactly what they were doing in class today," the principal suggested as the duo guided the third teacher into the cradle unit she had occupied for the past two months at the academy.
"It's important you tell us everything," added Isabel as she strapped each of her ankles onto the overhead spreader bar while Hazel fitted the other blonde with a Cockblocker Triple and switched it on. The Brazilian beauty then generously spread Beanstalk on her tool and brought both of her hands to her stiff stem. Together they began stroking her length gradually lengthening it, three sets of fingers moving in unison with singular purpose, pulling a mind from the mud of its reluctance to freedom.
And then there she was, there they all were. June hadn't seen them come in. They must have approached from behind her. But now they crowded in behind her two colleagues. To her right side was the beautiful Harmony Millbrook, the rounds of her developing body leading to a flawless face framed by black hair. Beside her with a ready smile was Janneke Van der Veld. A bit shorter and wider than the first with a rounder face, the girl's honey blonde locks were done up, as they always were, in Minnie Mouse buns. Third in line was the lovely Misaki Aiuchi. The youngest of the family that ran the Meadowvale Messenger, her high brown pigtails framed a porcelain face that featured full lips and knowing eyes. Rumour had it that the thin girl's cock was every bit as big as her fuller figured Brazilian classmate opposite. The tomboy of the bunch Phoebe Onasis was last on that side. Not that her ever present Padres baseball cap made her any less attractive. Her figure was every bit as curvy as the Millbrook girl's though on a lesser scale and the dark brown braid nearly reached the crack of her ass.
To June's left behind Isabel Castillo was the large woman's only daughter, the luxurious Isolda. Among the juniors, and most seniors for that matter, there was no rival for her 33-23-34 figure. There were girls at the academy who couldn't boast those measurements. Her long hair, perhaps a shade or two lighter than the smaller Greek student's framed a face that featured full lips and brown eyes you could swim in. Next to her was the darker skinned and slightly less curvy Paget Sewell, her fed in cornrows pulled into a pair of side braids that twisted into a singular one that fell down between her shoulder blades. Beside her, peering intently at her teacher like one would a bug under a microscope was the ever studious Jola Lásková. The bespectacled Czech redhead, wasn't quite as thin as her Greek counterpart but she like her was well proportioned for her size. Finally, to her left was the ever mischievous Heloise Tremblay. A bit curvier than her predecessor, the Canadian futa's honey brown hair fell just below her shoulders and framed an expressive face with sleepy eyes that could twist a person's will into a pretzel.
Harmony swung a leg over the apparatus as the others looked on and was now standing over her teacher's stomach in her school uniform, the pleats of her skirt, copper, cream and steel blue waving softly in the afternoon air.
"So tell us June, what exactly did my daughter do in class today?" Hazel asked quietly as she gently ran her hand through the strapped in woman's hair. "Did she raise her skirt and show you her lovely ass?" The black haired girl slowly pulled the hem of her garment up as her creamy orbs were exposed. "Did she? Just like she is doing now?"
"Yes," June croaked as she continued jacking herself and her slippery cock flopped between her breasts.
"Are you certain? Would you like to get a closer look, just to be sure of what you saw of course?" She turned to her daughter. "Perhaps you can give her a better view dear?" The student lowered herself onto her teacher's tits, her cuntal lips providing a further stimulus to the woman's pipe. "What did she do then? Did she pull her cheeks apart so you could see her beautiful assflower? Did she do that June?" Another single syllable affirmation was coaxed from her dry mouthed counterpart. "Harmony, show me exactly what you did. As principal, it is important I know." The younger slid back slightly, matching the march of the fleshy tool which was now gazing the chin of its owner dotting it with pre-ejaculate, and pulled her soft spheres apart. The depths of her anal canyon open, brown leakage seeped from her crinkled assflower, causing the breath of the restrained to catch slightly. "Yes, yes, I can see how that would be distracting," Hazel agreed as she continued caressing the hair of the other. "Yes, I certainly can. So tell me, was that the extent of it? Was that all she did?"
"No," came the reply from the dirty blonde whose body was now slowly rocking in time to the three handed masturbation of her piece. The two other teachers glanced at one another. Knowing what they had fed her at lunch, June Halversson was likely fairly full. A hand moved to her stomach, pressed down slightly, and met resistance as Isabel nodded in affirmation to her superior. "You mean to tell me, she did even more? What else did she do exactly June?" The only answer the probing schoolmarm received in return was the bound futa licking her lips and looking at the rosebud before her wistfully. "Perhaps you can tell me Harmony? It seems Miss Halversson is having difficulty expressing herself at the moment."
"I only showed her how much I like her Mom," the 12 year old explained. "We all did."
"Not Mom, not here, not today," the honey blonde woman admonished. "Today, it's Principal Millbrook."
"Yes, Principal Millbrook," the young girl obeyed momentarily chastised.
"Continue, young lady," the older instructed. "How did you show her how much you liked her?"
"I offered to share my lunch with her."
"And how did you do that?"
"I pushed out a little bit, like this," Harmony explained as the tip of a greasy log split her sphincter and peeked through. "And then I sucked it back in."
"And you say you all did this?" the principal asked looking around at the girls. "How many times did each of you do this?" Various numbers between three and six were volunteered as Hazel peered once more at June. Her cock was now resting on her lower lip and she was casually running her tongue over it but her eyes betrayed her most desired taste. "And you say you did this to show Miss Halversson how much you liked her?"
"Yes Mo-Principal Millbrook. We all think she is the best," her daughter blurted out catching her near faux pas in mid-sentence.
"You hear that June, your students really like you," the bespectacled teacher pointed out as she smiled down at her.
"They think you're the best," added Isabel, "the very best."
"I'll bet you like them don't you June?" she blonde then asked. "Should we be calling you Baby June now? I mean, that is what it says right here doesn't it?"
"I think so," the acting vice-principal nodded.
"Baby June then," her superior decided. "Why don't you open your mouth nice and wide Baby June and show these girls how much you like them. Nice and wide now," she directed as the lips beneath her child's ass slowly parted until they could no more. "That's right, just like that. I think you like the girls a lot." She turned to her youngest once again. "Harmony, it seems Miss Halversson also really likes you. It seems she likes all of you," she observed looking around at the other juniors. "But you're here dear so I think you should show her how much you like her. All of you should," she suggested peering upwards again momentarily, "one after the other, but we'll start with my lovely Harmony."
Baby June watched the brown worm work its way out of the rosebud that sat above her glistening, leaking cock, across the crown, onto her tongue and into her mouth. Her eyes glazed in lust as the fudge coiled within filling her cheeks. She wanted to savour the taste before she feasted. She swallowed the juices as they formed, and then once her oral orifice was packed her throat began to flex as she devoured the first course of her brown banquet.
"Good girl Baby June, good girl," the principal cooed as she gorged on the waste of her daughter. "So good, so good."
She peered through her slits of arousal as more was fed to her, each successive length lovingly massaging the head of her tool. She could feel the little releases slowly building into larger ones until her cock too added its lengthy spurts of its creamy essence to her meal. Her spunk sensually mixed with the shit of the Millbrook girl as it oozed out of one orifice and into another. Blissfully, she gave herself over to her instinctual need once more. Her gulping increased in pace, a hand pushed down on her stomach, and her own waste pushed up into existence. Baby June had been re-born.
End of Chapter 79