Meadowvale Academy Chapter 80
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, prostate milking, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, sitophilia, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 80: The Girls are Back in Town: Part 4
Hideka Aiuchi spotted the two teams she had sent to cover the festivities almost immediately once she entered Gemini's shortly before noon with her two eldest daughters Masumi and Kioko. The first was headed up by her youngest daughter and reporter Emiko. Her partner was a redheaded Swedish photographer, a recent hire she was quite pleased with, Tindra Sorensson. They were currently working their way through the various health care professionals the clinic had sent over, getting the lowdown on the variety of drugs that were part of the regimen everyone had been dosed with as well as details on all of the different machines that had been set up at various stations. The other team, reporter Berta `Birdie' Sewell and photographer Laima Ozolina, had been together for some time. In fact they were classmates at Ridgeway and lovers since their days at the academy. They worked together seamlessly. The pair were currently interviewing the visitors from the university and getting that side of the story.
The special Visitation Day edition of the Messenger was only available to subscribers, only online, and under bank level encryption designed by Alanna Davenport. Today both Laima and Tindra were filming as opposed to taking pictures. This would be a new feature this year inspired by the live feed of Waverly girl's submission on New Year's Eve. "Perhaps we'll have a screening to launch the special edition," the matriarch of the Aiuchi clan pondered as the three were guided to their table. "I'll have to pull Keaton aside sometime today."
Somewhere in here were two of her granddaughters, Masumi's children Tomoko and Reika. The former a junior at the university was also the Mistress Mother of the latter who was in her first year. Hideka had designed it that way. There were five grandchildren in total and each successive one was two years younger than the one previous. Just as Tomoko was teaching Reika, in two years Reika would teach Kioko's eldest Junko, and in two more, Junko would educate her younger sibling Kamiko. And finally after all of that, Kamiko would mentor Emiko's only child Misaki. Each would learn to serve and be served. Each would learn the Aiuchi Way. Her thick 11 inch cock had stiffened and was leaking. She didn't even give her eldest the chance to sit down when they were shown their table. She simply bent her over the surface, pushed the gusset of her panties aside, plunged her massive length into her pussy and began thrusting. Her younger sibling Kioko, pulled off her own panties, slid onto the surface, and pushed her piece past her older sibling's lips, scissoring her head in place. It was the Aiuchi Way, yes, yes, the Aiuchi Way.
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She couldn't even begin to estimate how long Savannah Randall had sat on her face but the deluge of shit passing through her open lips had been endless. She really could only guess it was her because she glimpsed her approach before they had slid the blindfold down prior to placing her into the FeederQueen at the table. The woman had such a stomach bump she needed to be helped towards them. She had already been fairly full but this was packing her stomach with no end in sight. The suit made it impossible to close one's mouth. Not that she wanted to. Wakiya eagerly swallowed, she needed to be nourished.
"Mature shit is so sweet isn't it girl?" Gisela whispered into the mic. "Yes, so, so sweet. Keep eating girl; keep filling yourself up for Mummy Gisela. Make a big bump for me now, a big, big bump."
Her head fit so snugly into the hollow of the FeederQueen, her body leaned against the back support, she was so relaxed. More and more waste poured in from above as a hand slid up and down on her lengthening tool, trapped in its slippery rubber tube, slowly approaching her mouth. Eventually it would slot itself into a crevice that sat on the bottom lip of the mouthpiece. She could hardly wait.
"That feels so nice when Mummy Gisela jacks your cock doesn't it? Yes, yes, it does," the voice told her as she dined further. "Hump for me now girl, hump for your mummy. Show all of the mummys here how much you like eating sweet mature shit." Wakiya's hips began to cycle up and down in time with the hand on her pipe. It seemed the thing to do and it felt so good to do it. It felt so good to obey. "There we go, just like that. That feels so nice doesn't it? Would you like to help Mummy Gisela now? Would you like to play with your cock? I'll bet you would, wouldn't you?"
Wakiya felt her hands guided to her steely piece even as it continued to be stroked. Her fingers seamlessly fell into rhythm with those already there. "Yes, it felt good to play with herself," she agreed. "Mummy Gisela was right. It felt good to play with herself while she fed." Her tongue reached greedily through the mouth hole to clean the last of the fudge above before one feeding ended and another began. Her crown pushed its way out of the sleeve that was funneling it to her lips. She sighed as she felt the descending sludge slide across it and down her throat.
"You're Mummy Gisela's little girl aren't you?" the professor asked rhetorically indoctrinating the academy senior further. "Yes, yes you are, Mummy Gisela's little girl. Mummy Gisela always knows what's best for her little girl. Yes, yes she does. All lovely Wakiya needs to do is listen to Mummy Gisela and do what she says. All lovely Wakiya needs to do is obey. Can she do that? Can lovely Wakiya obey Mummy Gisela?" The blue eyed academian paused momentarily and glanced at her colleagues. Now would be the true test, the thing they had discovered about the girl they had only just told her of. "Mummy Gisela thinks lovely Wakiya should fill her pants with shit now. Mummy thinks that would be a good thing for her to do. She thinks lovely Wakiya would love the feel of shit squishing around in her new clothes. Shit for Mummy Gisela, shit as much as you can now."
She felt so good in this place where she was and Mummy Gisela brought her here. Why would she ever want to leave? Another thick snake of shit oozed into her as her hands worked her length and her hips rolled. "Yes, she would obey Mummy Gisela," she agreed inwardly, "she would obey." She let her rosebud relax and pushed against the form fitting material. Once, twice, three times, and then her first log forced itself into existence and immediately mashed up against the lining of her garment spreading across her cheeks.
But she didn't stop there another length followed the first expanding the map of the mass, and then more after that. Nice big juicy worms birthing themselves into the rubber gusset of her suit. A hand began kneading her balls with her fudge causing her to arch even more bringing her closer and closer. "Mmmmm, that feels so good doesn't it lovely Wakiya? It feels so good to squirm around in your squishy shit doesn't it? Mummy Gisela can tell her little girl likes squirming in her shit, she likes having her big full balls massaged when her panties are full doesn't she? Nice big full balls." Even as a third meal began and she gorged on the filth from above, she pushed out more below.
"Do you know whose sweet shit you are dining on now, do you know whose yummy fudge you are being fed? Why it is Mummy Gisela's. Mummy Gisela is feeding you now. Mummy Gisela is nourishing her little girl, giving her the sweetest shit she will ever taste. Here comes a big one." And with that a particular thick worm began forcing its way into Wakiya's little bird mouth endlessly scraping the crown of her throbbing cock as it did so. The Blumenfeld woman activated the collar and the Lustrium that had been coded to her seeped into existence. The women shared smiles as there was a slight spasm in the senior's body before it relaxed again. She looked around at her colleagues once again as if to say `Let's see how far we can take this.' Gisela returned her attention to her prize.
"So big, so sweet, so yummy isn't it. Eating Mummy Gisela's shit makes you want to cum doesn't it? Yes, yes it does. But Mummy Gisela knows best doesn't she? She always knows best for her little girl. And her little girl knows that she always needs to obey Mummy Gisela doesn't she? Yes, yes, she little Wakiya always needs to obey." She pushed out another massive length as large as the one preceding it. "Mummy Gisela thinks it is time for little Wakiya to cum. Mummy Gisela thinks little Wakiya should fill her pants even more when she does. Cum for Mummy Gisela, cum and fill your pants for Mummy Gisela. Cum now!"
Wakiya Morningmoon's cock exploded, her seed launching itself again and again into the wall of shit descending from her mummy's beautiful rosebud mixing on her tongue, both sliding downwards as she arched repeatedly and her own filth gushed out of her below. Over and over her seed rocketed upwards and the tide of sludge in the suit rose past her waist as she was hugged from all sides, causing her bodily waste to slide further upwards even as more replaced it. She gulped, she surged, she squirmed, and she knew, yes, then she knew. "Mummy Gisela knew best; Mummy Gisela always knew best."
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Vera Bonner probably broke the law a few times on her way from the farm to the academy to pick up her daughters and then a couple more getting the three of them to Gemini's. Nevermind the fact that both Valerie and Vivien were changing out of their school unis and into a pair of sparkling minis the former's flamingo pink the latter's charcoal grey right there in the cab beside her. They weren't about to do it in the bed of a moving truck on the first day of February. Arms and legs constantly strewn hither and tither didn't make for easy driving, especially when some of those limbs found themselves in what one might term `distracting places.' The grain farmer had to slap away one of Vivien's wandering hands more than once. "I thought Val was in the middle," she pondered as they passed the spa on their way in. For her part the Bonner matriarch had selected a strapless cheetah print mini with a matching bandana. She had been wearing them a lot lately. They were stylish and they kept her hair out of her eyes. She was actually starting to develop a collection. Her ensemble, like her daughter's was completed with army boots, hers being black, Valerie's red and Vivien's orange. They were in agriculture after all, even if it was grains. They had walked around in their share of shit; they knew what shoes to wear.
Finally the cream and cyan '69 Ford F-100 low rider turned the corner onto the main drag. Vera had to circle the block once before finding a spot to park. The trio didn't have a table per se; they were only able to reserve a place at the bar. Hopefully something would open up once they got in. It's not as if people would all stay in place anyway if previous years were anything to go by. "Did you have second helpings at lunch today?"
"Thirds," Vivien answered as she pulled Valerie along behind her. "It's Visitation Day, they served chili."
"We weren't going to pass on that!" grinned her sister as she willingly allowed herself to be towed. "We both have bumps, look!" she directed pulling her dress flat as her sibling did the same.
"Mine's bigger," the other insisted thrusting out her stomach.
"Only because you're cheating," shot back her twin as the three turned into the establishment.
The tint in the window at the front had been completely darkened for the occasion, Vera could understand why. She had heard the rumblings from around corners about the `shows' that had taken place recently behind that particular pane of glass, she had actually watched one. While they were indeed were something to behold, Alanna Davenport did have a point when she noted the increased security risk to their lifestyle of such public displays however erotic and entertaining they might be. Such fun had been moved to the rear of the club now to the picture window that looked out onto the back deck. It still had that theatrical voyeuristic feel to it, but now anyone who wanted to watch had to come through the restaurant itself where they could be screened before entering. Vera displayed the invites for each on her phone to the futa stationed just inside, who then checked them against her computer before waving them in.
The Bonners pushed through the second set of doors into the fecal festival they knew would be waiting for them on the other side. Two teams of reporters from the Meadowvale Messenger were on the scene, though from the looks of it, they had become part of the story themselves. Laima Ozolina was currently feeding her brown goodness to Gerda Johnassen while she interviewed Amira Tajimand who in turn was jacking the young redhead towards her bliss. A couple feet away her photographer, another attractive coppertop wearing a hat she hadn't had the pleasure to meet yet, was filming the whole thing getting a close up of the shit slithering out of her rosebud and into the university student's mouth, panning out and then back in to focus on her stiff tool and humping hips.
She knew the family well; the Tajimand's ran the one of the larger farms in the area, Caspian Dairy. She remembered how long she had kept her daughter Zari on the edge when the pair had attended Visitation Day two years ago. They had actually hosted it that year, the yearly event having no permanent home at that time. She had been there with Cianna and Shannon Fitzgerald to take in the indoctrination of the latter's second youngest child R"isín. She almost pitied the professor's slave on that day. Her orgasm denial had lasted hours, building her up to the very brim of her release only to pull her back from it then walk her all the way back to flaccidity again and again and again. The girl had jumped through so many hoops that day, her lips open and willing for whatever her mother wanted to push through them. She had her in a wading pool on a picnic table. By the end of the night only the top of her face and a few inches of her cock visible. Amira had her trained so well that even during her final release her hips stayed glued to the surface, her breath even, her voice silent as her cum was relentlessly jacked from her over an 8 minute period of time. 8 minutes. Vera Bonner would never forget that number. It was almost anti-climactic. It would have been had it not been for the repeated gushing of semen from the brunette's cock. Now with all the drugs the Bonded Daughters were on today, the farmer was certain that record would fall quite quickly.
She peered around the room and saw the girl she knew would be there somewhere, Georgina Mills. The thick bodied blonde was strapped into one of the examination tables and was sporting quite the stomach bump, evidently having been fed well since her arrival this morning. Her best friend's eldest niece, normally a reluctant eater back on the farm, looked to be full of vigor in a role reversal she probably should have seen coming but didn't expect. Squatting atop of the wrestling team captain was none other than the girl she herself fed on a daily basis, Tumbleweed Roundtree. She had put on a few pounds since moving in with their Quad, but there she was now, regal in her bespectacled, bald glory as her unending sludgy snake was happily gulped down by the one who would normally be on top of her.
Tristan Charles and Jasmin Ellis were also close by, each on the knees taking the cock of one of the Forsythe girls down their throat. The two older students were slamming into the younger ones aggressively in their final moments before explosion. The sisters looked at one another, then down at their temporary slaves, then back at each other, nodding slightly. They returned the gazes below and began pumping their loads down the gullets of pair at their feet. She looked up at the table once more. Tumbleweed's fecal flow had lost a bit of its pace, she was starting to empty. Georgina's swallowing meanwhile was easily keeping up. She would have to tell Gracey when she got home.
"Come on girls," she directing grabbing a hand of each of our daughters. "I think I've found our first stop."
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Eileen Fitzgerald looked down lovingly at her longtime partner Sanja Blumenfeld as she methodically downed another fudgy feast, this one from Shirley Darnett. The blonde accountant had described her four course breakfast in detail upon arriving at the town hall in the morning. Her stomach had a discernable bulge to it by the time she had finished scarfing down her third serving of beef stroghanoff. And now she was pushing it all through the lips of her co-worker as the brunette's younger cousin Hannelore pumped ropes of cum from her thick 11 inch cock. It was a bit bigger than her own tool, but neither girl could hold a candle to the 13 inches that was currently sliding in and out of her ass courtesy of Irina Perchenko. The greasy residue of the six logs she had fed Sanja prior to the accountant was acting as a pleasant lubricant and the lawyer's fingers were slowly pushing both her pussy and her pipe towards their collective crestings.
She peered past the fountaining tool as the older Blumenfeld girl's pants bulged even more. Even though Hannelore was still technically a Bonded Daughter to her grandmother, the latter had been encouraging her to become more dominant in preparation for her junior year in September, when she would become a Mistress Mother for the first time. The woman had said as much when she phoned her the Thursday prior to arriving in Meadowvale. So it came with little surprise when the younger Austrian instructed the older to seat herself in the vacant cradle unit near the table and none at all when the subservient Sanja obeyed without question. That her mouth stretched open when Hannelore's rosebud expanded only added punctuation to her unstated but accepted role.
Eileen couldn't remember a day when her lover didn't have a submissive streak and they had been a couple going all the way back to their high school days. Even when Sanja chose a Bonded Daughter of her own, Eileen had to prod her to train the girl correctly. Oftentimes she had to step in to keep Brodie McFadden in line. In the end they reached a mutual accommodation. In public their relationship was as it should be and the younger blonde girl would play her part. But behind closed doors each fed from the other on a much more equal basis. The Irish girl wasn't sure if her Austrian counterpart would ever develop that side of her personality. "But then," she thought caressing Sanja's hair as another sludgy worm slithered into her mouth, "I'm not sure she wants to. Yes, yes, I think she is perfectly happy where she is."
More shit pushed upwards into the gusset of restrained aide's slacks and out through the hole her lowered zipper had made onto her stomach. It was a steady flow now and her younger relation began massaging the waste into Sanja's balls with her free hand. The latter's was arching at a comfortable relaxed pace as she swallowed, surged, and shat with regularity. The Fitzgerald woman glanced over at the woman she had spoken with on the phone earlier in the week and the student in the gimp suit beneath her. Like her lover, her shit was flowing freely within her garment. The other older women around her were ensuring its spread throughout. "I wonder if they got that suit at La Salles?" she queried silently before returning her attention to matters at hand.
Eileen smiled at Hannelore as her older cousin's carnal rhythms continued apace. The older black haired girl could see the budding dominatrix within the other beginning its journey of self-discovery. She spied two reporters from the Messenger standing off to the side, Emiko Aiuchi and Tindra Sorensson. Far be it for her to hinder her progress.
"Shirley is starting to empty, but your sister still has the hunger," the political aide observed of the other, nodding to the journalists. "Perhaps you could find her something else to eat."
The younger Blumenfeld grinned than waved the pair over. Both were quite attractive. One a tall titian haired futa with hazel eyes carried a camera for filming, her role at the publication obvious. A wide brimmed hat sat high on her head lending her a carefree, jaunty appearance. While she was tempting enough, it was the second who was truly intoxicating. Asian in appearance, she was slightly shorter than the first but fuller in body, especially across the hips. Her brown hair framed a perfectly featured face that featured twinkling eyes and a ready smile. Hannelore opened her mouth to greet them as they arrived but was suddenly speechless.
Emiko was well aware of her beauty, she had used it numerous times in the past to get details on stories she might not have otherwise gained. She smiled down at the slack jawed university student. Her eyes were a watery blue and her flaxen hair tied in a messy updo. Though she was currently in a position of dominance, her hand firmly encircling the cock of another restrained and feeding, her face spoke of a desire to serve. She glanced at her counterpart, Eileen Fitzgerald, and tilted her head, raising her eyebrows. The other returned her look with a nod, acknowledging what she already knew.
Wordlessly the reporter fondled the younger girl's face and led her off of her chair and onto her knees, her hand falling away from the spurting cock as she did so replaced by one from the other new arrival. Slowly she turned around allowing her cheeks to brush against the face of the mesmerized blonde. Bending over, she slowly lowered her blue silk panties and stepped out of them before straightening up and pulling up the hem of her mini. She levered back against the face behind her forcing it to tilt upwards, forcing the full lips upon it apart. She lowered her rosebud onto the fleshy cushion and with a sigh she began to push. Her assflower blossomed, her fecal fruit began to flow. Emiko peered downwards first along the crack of her ass then between her breasts. She watched the girl's eyes slowly close, she watched her start to swallow; she watched her hands stroke her hardened cock. She smiled once more as another mushy serpent wormed its way down the throat below as she maintained the steady pace of the feeding. She hoped Tindra was getting all of this.
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The smile Peaches wore as she slammed her overlarge cock down the throat of Madison Miller had a bit of an edge to it. She had been dumping her load down her former classmate's gullet for some time now. 38 nice big thick ropes of cum, a new surge each time she plunged her organ to its depth. The nozzle around Maddie's piece no longer pumped, her mother having turned it off once Allison buried her tool in her mouth. At first the pain caused by the raven haired student stretching her lips around the other's pipe had been written all over her face, but that had eventually faded into an expression of resignation. The larger girl above knew there was little she could do about it and she was in no mood to go easy. She remembered all too clearly how she had been betrayed by her friends on New Year's Eve. That she ended up on a thoroughly enjoyable voyage of self-discovery as a result was irrelevant. The trust between them had been broken. Such things demanded payback. Erin Avery would get hers at some point. Right now it was Madison Miller who held her wrath.
It was a dull ache that echoed from Madison's jaw through the rest of her face and then down her strapped in body. Allison Waverly's massive cock sawed in and out of her mouth relentlessly each time depositing more of her semen into her stomach. Her fleshy beast was such a size that she only tasted her creamy prize when she withdrew it in preparation for the next stroke. She noticed her mother watching her from the side of the Sludgemersible, monitoring her vitals but spending more time peering at her daughter being forcefed cum from the widest iron in the club. She beamed with pride as she ran her hand through her child's muddy hair. Though she had been fitted with airtight eyewear sometime ago, shit had long ago covered her ears. Nonetheless, she easily read her parent's lips when she praised her "I'm so proud of you Maddie, so proud."
53. That was the final total. That was how many times she had surged her seed down the swim team captain's throat. Peaches pulled her slowly softening cock from the mouth below, slid forward and unleashed a torrent of piss through the still slackened jaws. Much to her surprise Madison handled the flow without incident. She had at least expected a bit of choking or sputtering. She frowned slightly at her failure to make the girl beneath her suffer a bit more. It mattered not, she had so much more to give her friend. "Yes, Madison, you're still my friend," she smiled thinking to herself. "In fact today, you're my very best friend, my very best one."
Eventually her golden river dried up and once more her hips advanced. She raised her ass just long enough for Dr. Miller to place an oral spreader in her daughter's mouth and then let the physician guide the anal spreader in her sphincter down on top of it. An audible click told all three that the true feeding was about to begin. As per usual, breathing tubes were also slipped into the restrained subject's nostrils. Allison looked down at Madison. She could feel her tongue washing the pedals of her assflower. She was learning to be an eager shitslut. The training arm on the Sludgemersible had done its job. She smiled and held the other girl's gaze as she let her rosebud loosen and let her sewage flow from her.
The full time toilet was full of sludge. Her capacity had increased significantly in her time at Gemini's and her bulge today was noticeable over and above her folds of flesh. She had a lot to give. Both mother and mentor watched, waiting for the level of shit in the tank to start to rise. Both watched the girl below as she allowed her mouth to be used once again as a repository for filth.
"There it is," Dr. Miller confirmed looking at the screen, "up 15 milimetres. She is shitting again. 20, 25." She then typed a command into the keyboard and once more the pumps whirred into activation. "It will take a bit for Maddie's body to respond, but we planned for that. Open," she then instructed. Peaches duly allowed her jaws to be spread and an oral spreader to be inserted. Next the feeding cock at the end of the training arm was inserted into the mouth of the larger student. The dial was turned up to 120 and the pump turned on. Allison began swallowing comfortably as the contents of the tank were fed to her.
The two watched as a look of abject fear replaced the one of idle resignation on Madison's face. The doctor had stopped calling out numbers, both could see the rising tide. Both could see that the physician's child had thought that this latest feast while big would end when the stomach above her emptied. Now she understood that as long as Allison fed from the phallic nozzle in her mouth, the deluge of shit from her ass would never stop. To make matters worse, she was certain that she like everyone else here was dosed on Fecalmillium. However much Peaches ate, she would end up being fed twice that.
Amidst her dread however, another feeling was making itself known. The nozzles attached to her areolas were pulling forth their prize now. The one attached to her stiffening tool was coaxing her loins to life once more. Her pipe was dripping, pre-ejaculate oozing out as the reaction of the Bactroboost kicked in. With a sudden emotional thrust she began to surge anew. Over and over she swallowed as her fecal feast was fed to her from above as she pushed her own waste out into the tank below. And each time she did another wonderful jet of her cum was pumped from her by the most pleasurable machine. Ecstasy leaked in around the terror as her expression slowly softened. Madison's arousal overtook her fear. She gave herself over to the process, she accepted her place within the engine of fecality. She became a willing conduit for semen and shit. Her face was nearly covered now, she was going under, encased in a prison of bliss that was slowly entombing her being. The last thing she saw before descending into her submersive servitude were the words on her mother lips. "Good girl, Maddie, good, good girl."
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Asta Beaufort hopped in her silver Volvo XC40 and backed out of her driveway before starting to make her way across town. It was unfortunate her oldest Emiliana had the flu, especially on her Visitation Day. The blonde physical trainer and her redheaded daughter had looked forward to this all year long. Her three sport child was simply not used to her body failing her on any level. A starting pitcher on the baseball team, a flanker on the soccer team, and a distance runner for the track team, she, like her mother, kept herself in excellent shape. But it was better she miss these festivities than be sick for Reading Week. Being denied a chance to visit the campus of Ridgeway Women's College would have hurt more. The Swedish beauty had stayed home with her eldest child for the day, trying to cheer her up. They had a pajama party in her bedroom, each dressed in cotton tops and bottoms, eating frozen yoghurt while they watched local film on the big screen.
"Your Mom's going to have her own show on TV soon," she announced as she hugged her girl back into her and slid her hands between her legs.
"Was that what the envelope that the courier delivered was about?" Emiliana asked as she snuggled in closer, feeling her mother's tits on her back.
"Yes dear," she informed the redhead as she unbuttoned the fly of the latter's pajama bottoms. "The local government has tentatively approved the proposal that Peyton and I put forth."
"Tentatively?" she quizzed then abruptly sighed as her parent's slippery fingers wrapped themselves around her shaft and found her pussy.
"They want to add an administrative type with production experience," the blonde replied as she casually jacked with one hand while she fucked in and out with the other. "Let's face it honey, neither Peyton or I are great in that area. I'll happily let someone else do the books if I can concentrate on training clients and doing the show." She smiled as her daughter began humping in time to her ministrations.
They fell silent, watching movies for a while mother slowly started building her child's release. On screen was Allison Waverly's slow conversion from snobby dilettante to depraved shitslut that took place on New Year's Eve. Asta never tired of watching this particular part and judging by the cock she was stroking neither did Emiliana. She sped up her fingers a bit causing a momentary intake of breath.
"Will you be happy to be back on TV?" she asked struggling to keep control.
"I think I'm ready to get back in front of the camera," the trainer nodded forcing her daughter to spread her legs wider as she masturbated by looping her own over hers. The action caused the covers to fall away from the pair revealing Emiliana's stiff foot long cock, a good five inches beyond it's normal length already. "The miracle of Beanstalk," the older mused silently as she watched the slow building of thrusts.
"What will it be called?" the younger questioned again, trying to maintain focus even as it was slipping away.
"`Ask Asta'," she responded picking up her pace slightly with both hands. "It's going to be a health and help show. Maybe you can be on it once or twice. Would you like that?"
"Yes," she murmured as her humping took on a more spirited motion. "Yes," she then repeated, "Yes, yes"
"Remember that?" she then queried drawing her aroused child's attention to the screen once more. A new clip showed her daughter on her back with her mouth open. Lowering herself onto her lips was the voluptuous Peyton Ledbetter, her tanned, toned body a picture of lust. Asta increased the pace of her ministrations as the pair watched the tall woman's sludgy snake slide into the mouth of the then 16 year old Emiliana. "Mmmmm, she tasted good that day didn't she?" mother whispered into the ear of her child as the latter humped mesmerized by the fecal scene. Her pipe had grown a further two inches with the faster stroking. "Look at you eat, you enjoy it so much. Peyton's shit is so tasty isn't it? I'll bet there are a lot of girls at Ridgeway with tasty shit. So tasty it will make you cum won't it?"
Asta's hands pistoned furiously up and down and in and out now as her eldest thrust in kind unable to tear her eyes away from her younger self devouring the filth of her mother's best friend."So tasty it will make you cum, just like you want to now. You want to cum now don't you? Yes, yes you do," the blonde whispered pushing the other's will in the direction she wanted. "Open your mouth and bend for me Emiliana. Open your mouth and bend. Wrap your lips around your cock. Takes as much in your mouth as you can." No longer paying attention to the film the trainer focused on the bliss of her child. "Good girl, that's right, suck your cock, up and down and in and out. More, more now, take more. You want to cum don't you Emiliana? Make yourself cum, swirl your tongue about, bring yourself off." Asta smiled as her redheaded child moaned and started swallowing while her other hand was flooded with goo. "There we go, drink your yummy cum while you watch yourself eat tasty shit" Mother continued to milk her daughter's seed into her mouth, drawing out her ecstasy as the latter stared enthralled at the fudgy flow on screen. "Good girl Emiliana, good girl."
She had drifted off to sleep shortly after swallowing her own load. The attractive physical trainer had showered quickly, changed then leaving a note started driving over to see her friend and now partner Peyton Ledbetter. She could hardly wait to tell her the news. Not only had they approved the opening of their gym `The Fitruvian Plan' they were also on board with her proposal for her weekly cable program `Ask Asta'. They wanted to bring in a third to oversee the back end of both enterprises but she was fine with that. They even had someone in mind. As she pulled up to the stoplights on Market Street, she glanced once more at the name of the person they had suggested in their reply. "Rosalina Castillo. Castillo, I should know that name." The light turned green and dropping the file once more on the passenger seat, Asta Beaufort hit the accelerator.
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"Are you jacking Mirielle's cock Roz? Are you? She has a nice big cock doesn't she? And she is jacking yours too now isn't she? Mmmmmm, she likes doing that doesn't she? Yes, yes she does." Marta Ozolina allowed her hand to be guided up and down on her younger sister's Rozālija piece by the other girl. Soon, like always, she would slip her fingers from throbbing piece without notice as the other carried on in the throes of her arousal. The three of them were all sitting on the queen-sized bed in their room after school, their cousin Velta, a senior at the middle school sitting on the other side. The one-holed girl in the middle with had come a long way since she began training her in her junior year at Adderwood. Grandma Alma wanted her to and Aunt Valda also thought it was time. Her Mom tended to go along with them in these matters so it was settled. It had all started with summer camp that year.
The two of them sat on against a log a bit back from the swimming hole obscured from onlookers but with a good view of the goings on down by the water. Both were dressed in shorts, t-shirts and flip flops. Even then Rozālija's breasts had a little bit of a bump to them, her hips a bit of a bend. She hadn't really mastered make up, none of them had really. Who had at that age? But Roz was a real finger painter when it came to applying anything to her face. Not that they needed any of that here. It was summer camp after all. But there had been no rebellion with her kid sister. Obviously everyone in the family knew she was anatomically male, but even at an early age she had tried to emulate her older sibling in everything she could. The redhead wasn't even certain that the younger blonde even considered anything about her appearance out of the ordinary. It was simply how she had been raised and that was OK with her. It was OK with all of them. The relationship the two had developed over their childhood was quite close, though like her Aunt Valda and her Mother, Marta tended to suggest and Roz tended to agree.
"Lots of pretty girls down there Roz, lots of pretty girls with nice big cocks," Marta prodded nudging her younger sibling with a grin. The other hid behind the side cut bangs of her pixie cut and buried her head into the shoulder beside her as her face coloured. It told the auburn haired futa everything she needed to know. She was indeed watching and there was indeed someone down there she liked, maybe more than one. She leaned an elbow on her knee forcing her legs to part somewhat. She needed to see what was happening down there.
"So which one is your favourite Roz? Which one? Is it Kelsey Cantwell?" she asked peering below. "Nope, nothing," she observed silently. "Not her. Let's try something different, not long dark hair, how about short and blonde?" She looked around a bit more. "How about...Angela Avery?" she suggested spotting the flaxen bobbed girl emerging from the water. "Still no," she frowned, pausing to take in the crowd of young flesh. "Black hair? Maybe black hair." She nodded to herself as she looked at some of the sunbathers. "Is it Dorotea Delgado?" she queried eliciting a slight tenting. She was onto something. "Carmelita Rodriguez?" A bit more of a rise but still not quite. Marta watched another junior, shapely for her age, walk towards her towel. "Her," she concluded silently. "Is it Mirielle Beauvalier?"
Marta felt Rozālija push her face into her shoulder even more as the young girl's cock nearly burst the seam of her shorts. "Ahh, so that's who it is, Mirielle Beauvalier. She is beautiful isn't she?" The older Ozolina forced the younger to turn her head and watched as the object of her affection as she picked up her beach towel and begin to dry off her nude body. "What a lovely body she has," she commented raising Roz's hips just enough to lower her shorts. "A lovely body. Big ass, nice tits, and a wonderful cock," she described as her hand closed around her kid sister's length and she began pumping. "Open your legs and close your eyes, pretend it is your lovely Mirielle with her hand on your cock." Marta watched as blonde sibling obeyed, slumping slightly as she did so. "There we go, just like that. Let lovely Mirielle jack you to a great big cum."
And so it had begun. The three of them clumped together on the mattress as the next part in their little after school fantasy played out. Velta's fingers now worked themselves in and out of Rozālija's mouth as the blonde girl stroked her member, eyes closed in bliss, with the help of her older sister guiding hand.
"Do you like getting deepthroating Mirielle while she fucks jacks your cock?" Marta cooed as she watched Rozālija hump in time to her imagined lover. "It feels good just letting her use your body like this doesn't it? Yes, yes, it feels so good, so good it makes you want to cum doesn't it? You want to cum for Mirelle don't you? You want to give her all of your creamy goo. Yes, yes you do. Give it to her now. Have a great big cum. Cum for Mirielle! Cum for her! Cum!"
The one-holed girl violently arched upwards as her seed rocketed into existence surge upon surge. Marta shared a smile with her cousin as the pair watched the pasty white eruption of the one between them. Roz was progressing nicely. She would have to let Grandma Alma know.
End of Chapter 80