Meadowvale Academy Chapter 95
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, non-consent/reluctance, orgasm denial, podophilia, 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 95: That Day at the Spa Part 2
"You really should try her Mom," Vivien Bonner urged as the family gathered around Station Five in the salon. "She is very good at it. She's come so far in such a short time."
"Is that true Val?" Vera asked her other daughter as she casually sat her twin down in the chair. Momentarily catching the eye of Victoria Cready several feet away she nodded a silent invitation to the braided blonde student. The shyer child wordlessly nodded after a slight pause and a cue from her more dominant sibling. "Did you feed Miss Maertens your shit last night at the party as well?"
Another nod, more eager this time was the reply. "I'm going to have to nip that in the bud," the farmer thought silently as the third girl approached hand in hand with her friend Sylvie. She had noticed around the house lately that Valerie was deferring too much to Vivien. The little game the three tended to play together was starting to unbalance things between them. "Say it Valerie," she directed focusing her eyes. "Tell me."
"I...I..fed Miss Maertens...my shit last night at the party," she announced haltingly as if looking for approval. Vivien smiled warmly causing a grin to split her sister's face. A slight nod to the Cready girl placed her on the other side of the chair and as one the pair slid the leather restraints onto Vivien's arms while she was momentarily distracted.
"You can do better dear," the mother gently chided.
"I fed Miss Maertens my shit last night at the party," Valerie repeated with more force and enthusiasm.
"Better," her mother smiled. "Keep that strength now. Hold onto it."
"Hey Vicky," Vivien greeted warmly, "Hey Syl. What's going on?" she asked as she noticed her bound arms, not quite comprehending yet her current situation. After all, this wasn't her, she was always on top. It was only when her teammate glanced at her mother and remained silent behind her smile that the girl felt something might not be as she thought it should. "Mom?"
"In a minute dear," Vera shushed as she continued focusing on her other daughter. "Valerie, help Vicky with your sister's legs. Fold them up here, bind them into the brackets by her shoulders," she instructed. The blonde twin with her hair tightly stacked into a bun, shared a grin with the third member of the `Flying V's' and eagerly set to the task, basking in the newness of her circumstance. "Sylvie, if you could grab me one of those off the shelf, pick something suitable. You know what she was up to last night better than I do."
"Yes, Ma'am," the Villenueve girl complied joining in the amusement, understanding the path current events were going down.
"Mom?" Vivien protested once more.
"Not now honey, can you see that Mummy is busy?" she admonished before once more turning back to the others. "Yes, those look nice," she nodded in approval when the French Canadian futa held up a pair of dimpled pink dildos. "Put it on her, let me know when you are finished."
Sylvie had witnessed her bound teammate being taken anally by Bettany Foster less than 24 hours ago. For all the redhead's appetites when it came to eating shit, she did have a nice sized cock, bigger in every way than her own piece which was eight inches long and six inches in girth. "She was right up there Deedee Mitchell," she thought to herself as she gave the latex in her hand an appraising gaze. "Not quite as long but just as thick. These will do," she decided. "These will do nicely."
Eleanor watched the Rosemary and Beverly Winchester as they guided Tiffany and Mila into the back of the salon, her ass still sluicing with the cum of the former, her mouth fresh with the taste of the latter. Being taken anally by the older woman was a somewhat novel experience for the redhead. She didn't often pair up with the Canadians as they did not have too many common interests and were usually out on their ranch. Like many in town, she had her circle of friends that she shared her body with more frequently than others. Everyone in the Yardley Brownstone where the Hardin's lived naturally were regular bedmates; everyone who worked at the spa as well. She looked forward to spending more time with the Martinelli's in the future as well. But the horse breeders were a relative rarity compared to them. So when the opportunity did present itself, the hairdresser made sure to take full advantage of it.
Rosemary's strong hand had wrapped itself around Eleanor's stiffness and was sliding up and down its length while her own followed a similar motion in and out of her rosebud. Her daughter meanwhile rammed her own tool down her throat at the same pace. The stylist could feel the swell of both organs as they penetrated her again and again. The three younger girls, involved in their own tryst, nonetheless looked on in amazement as she relished the pair's spit roasting of her body. Tiffany had casually fed Mila fingerfuls of the sludge that Maxine had caked on her skull as her seven inch piece throttled the Dutch girl's ass. The tawny futagen meanwhile had slid her quim down on the soiled girl's nine inch rod as she was jacked by the curly haired futa. The three timed their rhythm with that of the adults, both groups steadily speeding up, climbing, climbing, climbing, until one by one their releases overwhelmed them. Groans, moans, and mewls sounded their collective carnal crestings, cum surged up and out of cocks, girl goo gushed in waves over and over. But eventually and with some reluctance, the motions of the two groups slowed and stopped.
"Well, that was fun," Rosemary stated somewhat flatly evoking laughter all around from the others as they basked in the erotic after currents of their couplings.
"But as enjoyable as that was," Beverly added, "you probably want the front of your shop back. You can't keep the sign flipped all day."
"No, no, I don't suppose I can as much as I might want to," Eleanor lamented turning to Tiffany. "Well, young lady, you started this. The mop and bucket is in the closet over there. This needs to look like it did before you arrived today."
As the beads swished shut behind them the redhead returned to her stool behind the counter where Maxine was waiting for her after turning the sign back around. "Well dear, all that fucking has made me want to piss again," she began pushing down on the girl's shoulders. "I don't suppose you can help me out with that could you sweetie?" She smiled as she locked the futagen's gaze on her own. Opening her mouth once more the young brunette sealed her full lips around the pussy before her. With a sigh and a slight thrust, Eleanor released a second torrent of her golden flow, the 12 year old swallowing her urine methodically. "There we go, that's a good girl. Drink it down now, drink it all, be my good little girl. Yes, yes, my good little girl."
"Who is that you've got under there now?" asked Beverly Winchester as she pulled up alongside Shirley Darnett sitting astride the fudge covered face of an unknown futa as more of her filth was added to the mound that was piling up on her face. A pair of small breathing tubes, no doubt attached to the nasal passages beneath protruded from the mass. It was resembled a living thing which sunk slowly as whoever was below it fed only to rise again moments later when the accountant pushed out more of her waste. The entire scene was causing her 10 inch cock to bob in the air once more.
"Gina Daniel's daughter Mia," the short blonde replied past lidded eyes as she lazily jacked herself enjoying her perch. "She is soooo good at this."
"It certainly looks that way," the rancher noted as she nodded at her swollen midsection tapped under folded legs. "That can't be just you in there."
"It isn't," Glinda Ramsey interjected as she sawed her thick 12 inches in and out of Shelby Darnett's rosebud. The latter was bent over the ass of the student bracing herself on the backs of her upturned thighs as she was ploughed into from behind. "That's her third course. I was first, Shelby here was second."
"Where's her mother?" the horse breeder queried setting her clothes down and running her hand through her short dark hair.
"Over here," called her own parent with a grin from a few feet away as she curled an arm around the momentarily abandoned Olivia Hardin.
"She's not cumming?" Bev pondered looking back to the others.
"She will be shortly," Shelby breathed nodding towards the phone on the table as she humped back against the beast slamming in and out of her anal passage. The hand of the blonde woman behind her stroked her smaller cock at the same pace and it was plain that the redhead was building towards her own release.
"But we thought we'd edge her for a bit while she filled," the older Darnett explained motioning the Winchester woman towards her so she could whisper in her ear.
"She's up over 64 it says here," the new arrival announced looking at the small screen as she approached the other.
"Sounds like she's...about ready to...pop," the hairdresser observed between thrusts.
"Bev dear, do you think you could take those out for us?" the sitting blonde began nodding towards the apparatus that was plying the orifices of the young girl before the volume of the conversation descended to an unintelligible murmur.
Moments later, the rancher handed the accountant the phone with a grin and proceeded to remove the Slutofier piece by piece from around the torso of Mia Daniels. Both Glinda and Shelby were quickly ascending their ladders of bliss as their carnal motion had sped up. The rosebud of the student remained gapped after the dildo was removed and with each thrust forward by the Scottish blonde, more weight was put on the thighs of the 15 year old which in turn squeezed her overfull stomach.
Beverly Winchester swung a leg over the trapped girl and backed herself over the short red curls of the before her. Multiple groans from behind her betrayed the cresting of the two futas there. She smiled as Shirley quickly coated her torso with sludge then leaned forward, trapping Mia's desperately thrusting cock there. The motion of the trapped futa was also serving to ramp up her own previously climbing arousal, that same slickness providing lubrication for her own tool. The downward pressure on the girl's bloated belly caused a thick tube of shit to push upwards into the air only an inch or so from the panting mouth of Shelby Darnett. The brunette then sat down on the crown of her skull forcing the other's lips to the fecal flow. Her own assflower bloomed and she coloured the ginger hair below a much darker, muddier shade.
The footlong cock pillaging her rosebud and the strong hand on her own smaller piece had the younger accountant riding a building wave of ecstasy as she idly watched the cock of the younger futa in front of her bob up and down. Bev Winchester had unstrapped the Daniels girl from the Slutofier and her asshole was gapped and trembling, struggling to hold back the tide of filth that was building up from beneath. Her rounded belly and lovely full breasts had long ago been smeared in shit. Both her mother and she had been blessed in that way. Brenda at the lingerie shop had told her she was a 35E earlier the Christmas Cum Drive.
The rancher pushed down with steady pressure on the slimy stomach before her. The winking orifice trying so desperately to remain closed had no choice but to surrender control. Shelby watched as the assflower reluctantly widened and a thick tube of shit began oozing up from within not two inches from her face. It was a beautiful sight. She gazed at the soft, brown rope of sludge as it became longer and longer. Unable to sustain itself, it collapsed downwards brushing her lips as more pushed forth. She was on the very edge now and she could feel the throbbing cock in her ass keening right alongside her own. She had to taste it, she just had to. Her tongue crept out of her mouth and her lips parted. She didn't even notice the shadow passing overhead until a weight pushed down on top of her skull, driving her head downwards. Closer and closer to the fountain of lovely fudge she was forced. Her jaw caught and was stretched open and suddenly her mouth was full of the dirty delicacy she was lusting over.
A distant crackling sounded from above and a she felt a second deluge of waste slowly descend, lovingly coating her hair. Her swallowing was methodical, the pace at which the shit entered her eager mouth was easily kept up with. This had not been what Shelby thought was going to happen today but now she was so glad that it had. She savoured each slimy log as it passed over her taste buds. Every time she swallowed the flames of her carnal furnace were stoked to higher heights until she found that place of pure pleasure. Eyes closed, mouth open, she greedily gulped down the relentless flow of shit from the 15 year old as her ass was filled with thick gooey globs and her own tool geysered up creamy ropes of cum. Yes, she was so glad, yes she was. So glad.
A hand pressed on the back of Beverly's own head now and she looked up to see the throbbing, shit coated nine inch cock of the older accountant bobbing before her. "Of course," she thought with a crooked grin taking the length of the chocolate treat into her mouth. She watched Shirley play with the phone and a muffled squeal sounded from beneath the woman. The humping into her midsection took on a frenetic pace and Bev felt the thick surging of the student's seed mix with the filth already there. Swirling her tongue around flesh stick of the older woman, she beckoned her bliss just as her own overtook her. She closed her eyes and savoured the mingling of shit and semen as they passed over her taste buds as her load added itself to the fecal stew below.
"We were told we would find you back here," Irina Perchenko revealed seeing Nasrin Tajimand as she pushed through the beaded curtains into the massage area. The dairy farmer had been at Ridgeway at the same time as the lawyer but only just, having been a senior in the Ukrainian's first year. She was currently sitting on the second massage table with her back against the wall, her thick nine in cock plumbing the depths of a red haired girl's quim while the latter pumped her own member. The latter's stomach was well rounded and her braided pigtail bounced with each thrust by the Iranian. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," the tall brunette observed wryly as both worked their way towards orgasm.
"Do you remember Minoo Malholtra?" she asked sliding her much shorter Indian colleague into view with an arm around her shoulder. "She was a year behind you at school. You might have crossed paths but it wouldn't surprise me if you didn't," she explained as the other began removing her clothes. "The firm just brought her on with her sister last week. This is her daughter Monica," she introduced motioning for the second figure behind her to step to the fore. Shorter than the Slavic woman but taller than her mother, the younger futa seemed wider in hip than both. She nodded, grinned behind her glasses, and slid her panties and skirt to the ground. When she rose the head of her 11 inch cock glistened in expectation, curving slightly upward as if eager to meet the parted lips of the other student. "Go on then," Monica heard Irina instruct as the Ukrainian suddenly reverting into a form of pidgin English she had heard her use during an office tryst earlier this week. "Make her mouth a thing of yours young Moni."
She felt a slight push on her back and stepped towards there haired futa she had seen in passing at school on her second day. Place her hands on her shoulder blades she forced her down slowly onto her burgeoning mushroom. The 16 year old smiled triumphant as her younger counterpart effortlessly took her entire length and girth down her throat. "She is very good at this," the junior bubbled as she thrust in and out of the other's mouth, picking up speed. "Very, very good. I think I`m going to like this school a lot."
A groan from the massage table to their left signaled the release of another of the room's occupants as Lucielle Delacourt's creamy goo fountained into the air. Lying on her back, the girl with the blonde balayage, slightly larger all around than her orange haired classmate, eagerly mowed down the mud that was flooding from the gapped rosebud of an even younger Asian
featured girl. The latter, held in place by the masseuse Zoe Onasis, was jacking herself desperately as she fed the futa beneath her. At the other end of the table was Nikou Tajimand on her knees stubbornly keeping her mouth fastened to her best friend's pussy as she gulped down her gushing love juice.
"Who is that darling thing then?" Minoo asked nodding to the one on top.
"Nari Chīsana Hana," replied the Greek woman. "She's the futagen of a couple of the women out front at the moment. Lovely little thing, wants to be a redhead."
"Futagen?" queried the older Indian puzzled.
"It is new thing from Fenwell," Irina explained as she removed her own garments. "You know, they make kid there yes? In tube, make kid. Grow up. 12 years old, put in home." As large as the younger Indian's cock had been when revealed, it was definitely the junior partner to the Ukrainian's 13 inch monster that now thrust out in front of her dripping in anticipation.
"How many have been...placed?" the other lawyer asked.
"In Meadowvale...so far?" qualified Nasrin struggling to speak
"There were originally five," Zoe divulged. "She was one of those. Two more were added a bit later. So as of right now seven."
"Don't...forget...Evangeline," prompted the Iranian. "Vickers."
"Yes, of course, they brought their own to town," the other nodded. "We had some new arrivals that also showed up with another."
"So eight then?"
"Soon to be more," the masseuse hinted.
"More?" Irina questioned.
"We got notice this morning, Mags told me," she grinned. "Ours is arriving within the week."
"This is good," she nodded with some authority as she slowly jacked herself, her nostrils flaring slightly. "More mouth on cock, more mouth to feed, more girl to teach."
"Getting...close," the dairy farmer panted interrupting the exchange.
"Yes, it certainly does appear so," Minoo smiled her eyes twinkling as she stepped to the side of the swollen girl, nodding to her daughter. "Let's see if we can help you two along." With that she gently but firmly pushed down on her daughter's back which in turn bent the younger redhead in half squeezing her packed midsection. Monica then reached under the folded body and began crowning the knob of the younger student's tool.
Riley's eyes shot open with the new stimulus on her organ. Coupled with the pressure on her midsection from the new arrival, it forced a welcome bodily betrayal. Her shit began coiling out of her at speed. She could feel it piling up behind her, trapped between her ass and the stomach of the woman who had taking ownership of her pussy. More and more flooded out of her, its flow relentless as higher and higher she climbed. Trapped in this vice of flesh the Halversson girl, the initial shock of the new touch wore off and her body beckoned the oncoming bliss. The first year let her eyes close and her arousal wash over her as she let herself be taken.
Up until a moment ago Nikou had been sitting against the wall, idly jacking herself as she caught her breath after dining out of Lucille's pussy. Now she had a lovely long, thick cock ploughing her rosebud courtesy of the tall Slavic brunette. Bent over the same massage table mother was on each thrust into her ass brought her closer and closer to the pile of sludge forming between her and Riley Halversson. The older woman's stronger hand had replaced her own on her much smaller member as her mother placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed down. Her tongue flickered out curious and her lips eagerly parted. Hunger overtook her will and famished, she dove into the proffered feast before her.
Vera smiled as she gently caressed the Valerie's hair. She hoped to be able to remove the oral spreader soon as she had just force fed her daughter five long logs of waste while her sister stroked her leaking length. She had since been relieved of that task by Victoria Cready and now one twin sat astride the other though both were in positions unfamiliar to each. "You've been very good with Viv these past few years Valerie, training her to be an obedient shit slut for me but you've neglected your own development there dear. It's time we helped you out there. You'll be going to Ridgeway in just over a year and they are going to expect you to love eating shit when you arrive. We have to work to make sure that you do, your sister and I."
She glanced down her daughter's restrained body momentarily and watched the Slutofier's double prongs saw in and out of her pussy and ass while her teammate's hand kept her on the edge of bliss. It was then she changed her mind and loosened the o-ring in Valerie's mouth before removing it.
"Mom, mom, you don't have to-" she started only to be cut short by the farmer's firm hand pushing the second daughter's soiled cleft down on the face of the first.
"Everyone has to keep up with their lessons dear," she explained calmly running her hand through her hair once more. "Besides, this is just as much for your sister as it is for you. Just like you need to work on being on the bottom, she needs to get better at being on top." She then turned to Vivien and taking her head in her hands kissed her deeply. "Her mouth is closed under there isn't it?" she asked. "What you need to do when that happens is slide back and forth on her face. Keep applying steady pressure as you do and you will force the lips open."
She guided one daughter's movements on the other and watched the reactions to both. As Valerie's eyes opened wider in dismay, a grin started to form on the face of the normally subdued Vivien. "See how that works Viv, back and forth, back and forth. You can feel her opening up can't you?" Her eager nod of comprehension was all the answer the farmer with the blonde bob needed. "I think she is ready to feed now." Vera Bonner pulled out her phone, released the block, and pushed up the stimuli on both of her children as the swimmer with the single braid allowed the cock she had been jacking to slide up and down in her slippery grip on its own.
The oldest Bonner moved Vivien's hand to her tool. "Jack yourself baby, make yourself nice and stiff so that after you feed Valerie your shit and have her drink your piss, you can have her suck your big hard cock. Relax now, lean on me and let yourself go. This is your time now. Valerie is meant to eat your shit, she is hungry for it, let her have what she wants, what she needs." She held one child close as she slumped against her and caressed the hair of the other once more. A sigh in her ear told her that the flow of filth had started. She smiled down over the shoulder of one daughter into the widened eyes of the other. She didn't even have to look to know she was swallowing the sludge that oozed into her mouth.
"That's right baby," she cooed. "Let your sister feed you her wonderful fudge, eat it all up. I know you want to dear, your cock tells me you do. It tells me you love the taste. It tells me you will eat shit all day long if you can cum while you do. And you will won't you?"
"She's really starting to leak now Miss B," the third swimmer reported.
"You hear that Val? You're getting close," Vera spoke softly. "But you know that don't you? You know the taste of your sister's shit will give you your biggest orgasms. Oh yes it will."
Valerie could do nothing to stop what was happening to her. Her mother, sister, and friends had maneuvered her into the bondage of the salon chair with her being none the wiser until it was too late. They had edged her throughout her being fed a large filthy feast by her parent which could be justified. She was her daughter after all. But now here she was humping desperately upwards into the lubricated hand of Victoria Cready as her mouth, jammed open by the weight of the ass on her face, was filled and filled again. Her sister, the one she had trained to be submissive to her throughout her life, now sat astride her plump parted lips, pushing a steady snake of sludge down her throat. She had no choice when the oral spreader was in her mouth, but without it she thought there might have been some semblance of freedom. How wrong she had been.
Her swallowing had been steady and methodical, as involuntary as it was. And there seemed to be no end in sight. She remembered when her mother had sat Tumbleweed Roundtree on Vivien's face after breakfast this morning. She must have feed her sister six or seven lengths of shit. And now here she was eating all of it mouthful by mouthful. But something was starting to happen now. Something else was trickling in past her instinct of revulsion, the feeling of betrayal. The prongs slamming in and out of her below, the hand her cock was sliding up and down in, slowly, slowly, they were making themselves known in spite of her predicament.
"I mustn't find pleasure in this, I mustn't enjoy eating shit. I...I...mustn't," she told herself and her muddy meal continued unyielding. Up and down her hips humped as more and more she swallowed. "I...I..." It was getting harder to resist the beckoning of her body's bliss as she gorged. Her mother was smiling down at her now, watching her as she felt her two opposites attract each other. It was a lazy, seductive dance they danced, but they nonetheless moved to this carnal music long forgotten.
Her sister then turned her head and looked down with her mother. They both peered down at her with love, she felt her eyes closing. She could hold off her arousal no longer and gave herself over to the inevitable. Gulping down the sludge that poured into her mouth, she let herself slide over the edge and felt her cum rocket up her shaft to freedom. Over and over she thrust, each time geysering more of her pearly cream into the air as her sibling re-filled her with filth from above. Valerie Bonner had re-learned the lessons of her past, but she knew this would not be the last time she would be taught. As her orgasms continued to shudder through her body, as she was relentlessly stuffed with sludge, more and more of her looked forward to the next time she would be her sister's student.
Nawaji Morningmoon pulled the 4M crewcab into the parking lot of the spa right behind one of the Zondo jeeps containing the twins and two others passengers, much like she had herself. The mauve and royal blue paint job identified it as Camisha's but with her at Ridgeway this week, it looks like the two 16 year olds had commandeered the vehicle. There, her daughter Olawa, 15 and her cousin Tika, 14 were scrambling to finish their make-up after changing out of their work clothes they wore to the site this morning into a pair of clingy mini dresses, one a pearly grey, the other a glittering brass colour. Her own bodycon, a verdant, green completed the trio.
This excursion had not been in the day planner at breakfast. The two teenagers were supposed to be helping out her sister finish up the renovations at Mary Jane's. Apparently three more futagens were arriving within the week including theirs. To be sure, there would still be some work to do after the quad took delivery of their new charge but most of it should be done. Normally she would have been right there with her sibling, after all she could wield a hammer as well as the next contractor. But in the grand scheme of things she had always acted as the face of the business while her sibling took care of the more technical details.
Of course there had been changes with the merger between them and the McFaddens and now more were being added. The Martinelli sisters Renata and Camilla, had arrived just over a week ago. They had fit right in and it was the reason she felt she could pull the three of them off the job today when Olawa got the call from Beate Bauer. Besides she had to make sure to file the proper paperwork with the town hall for the two Italian futas as well as the latter's daughter who would be coming on as an apprentice. She hadn't met the last yet but her mother said she would be at the spa with her aunt and cousin. For that matter she needed an update on the progress of the other new contractors, Bonnie Sawyer who was out of Gilverket and Alisa Kalzunya, a transplanted Ukrainian who was coming in from Bremen, Germany. The first she knew had a daughter who would also be coming on when they arrived. Alisa was the sister of Alla the pharmacist at the clinic in town. The pair had three children between them but she had no idea where their interests lay.
"It would be good to take a half a day," she mused privately as she found a spot, making a mental note to return the favour to those who stayed behind. "After all, tomorrow we start on the Ridgeway House job." Popping another Fecalmillium tablet she glanced into the back seat through the rearview mirror. "We're here girls," she announced.
"Oh, look there's Breanna and Breonna," Olawa remarked as the truck stopped.
"And they brought Lora and Nora," Tika exclaimed as her bright red Doc Martens hit the ground. "Hey there," she called over as the other four emerged from their ride.
"Beate said you would be here," the older Sioux student chimed in as she walked towards the others. "Who else is in there? Who else was at the party last night?"
"Victoria, Sylvie, Riley and the new girl Ilaria were all in Coach Miller's car when we left," Breonna revealed, the red tinge in her curly hair the only thing that made her identifiable from her black maned sister. "Mila and Beate were with Coach Maertens. I actually think Mila was driving."
"Beate seemed to have something else in mind for Coach Martens," Breanna interjected with a grin.
"I'll bet," Olawa shot back chuckling, knowing all too well the hi-jinks her classmate could get up to.
"Miss Bonner showed up for breakfast at the diner, picked up Val and Viv," the first twin continued shooting a glance at her sibling, "said they were on their way over as well."
"She brought her futagen with her too," blurted the other. "Wait `til you see her, she's beautiful."
"Looks like they made it, that's her truck," Tika nodded spotting the low rider blue and white Ford F-150.
"Four in the front seat?" queried the youngest Morningmoon. "How'd that work?"
"I'm sure they found a way," her cousin answered bemused.
"So are we done getting caught up?" Nawaji asked with an amused expression as she caught up to the others. "We should get inside. These two look positively famished," she commented as she fingered the chin of the younger Devereaux and looked her deep in the eyes.
"They've already had breakfast, it looks like," Olawa noting the small rise in their midsections.
"Fortunately for them," the woman in the green dress smiled as she watched their artificially induced humping motions, "it's lunchtime. Yes, yes it certainly is. Onward ladies" she proclaimed. With that Nawaji herded the six high school students towards the door of Serendipity's.
Eleanor heard the playful banter from outside the side door before it opened and several students spilled into the foyer of the salon. There were six of them altogether, but only two of whom she was expecting based on her earlier conversation with Claire. The Zondo twins each wearing t-shirts, cut-offs and heels, even in this cool February weather lead the way. Two of the Devereaux girls were with them, faces slightly beading with sweat, both with slight bulges beneath their loose fitting patterned dresses, and both rocking slightly back and forth. "Of course," she concluded inwardly, smiling in understanding. "They needed to `make a stop first' Claire had said".
Behind the quartet were a trio of Morningmoons. Olawa and Tika she recognized from a small bit of renovating they needed done at the brownstone just prior to the quad taking delivery of their futagen. The older of the pair, her black hair long and wavy, was slightly taller than her Liv, but no less shapely. Her younger cousin, with dark brown locks stacked in a tight bun, was also a beauty though not quite as filled out yet. Everyone there paled in comparison to the one that brought up the rear however. Voluptuous didn't begin to describe Nawaji Morningmoon. Her curvy body put to shame anyone else that had walked through the doors today, staff included. Glinda was fuller but also carried more around the middle. The new stylist Valentina and for that matter her daughter Liana were both a bit bustier, but neither had the lovely rounds below the Sioux futa possessed. Gina Daniels was close but again thicker in the mid-section. No one else was even close. That the three were dressed in the clingiest of bodycon minis only served to make the contractor's hour glass figure stand pout even more. The hairdresser could feel herself stir to hardness once more as she humped slightly against the girl in her lap.
"There she is," Breanna gushed pointing out the 12 year old futa with the sun kissed complexion folded into the redhead's arms.
"You're right, she certainly is a beauty," Nawaji agreed without taking her eyes off of her. "Got room back there for a few more Ellie?" she then asked.
"I'm sure we will be able to squeeze you in somehow," the Hardin woman grinned. "Not sure we'll be able to do anything with your hair mind you but I'm not sure any of you are here for that."
"Is Tyler using the Cradle right now?" Breonna queried.
"She's not in yet. Not for another three hours," the manager divulged. "Did you want to borrow it?"
"If it isn't too much to ask," Breanna replied before turning to her twin. "They'll have to take turns Sis."
"Actually as it happens we have two," the hairdresser volunteered glancing once more at the two. "We just received the new model on Monday and still have the old one. We can set them side by side."
"That would be great," she exclaimed.
"Mom told us to make sure they got fed today," her dark haired sibling explained.
"I don't think that will be too much of a problem," Eleanor retorted with amusement. "Why don't you all go back there, find Liana or Liv. They can get you set up."
"I've been told that Ilaria Martinelli is also here?" questioned the contractor.
"She came in earlier with the others," the redhead confirmed. "Last I saw she was with her aunt and her cousin."
"She's signed on to apprentice for 4M and I've yet to meet her," the Sioux woman revealed which prompted a small frown from her counterpart which in turn caused her lips to curve slightly upwards. "You wanted her for yourself didn't you?"
"She is a cutie," the Hardin woman admitted. "But yeah, she's back there. Enjoy."
"I believe we shall," chuckled the shapely native once more herding the gaggle of girls before her.
"Send Liv up once she is done," she called after them before turning to the young girl in her lap. "Just you and me now Maxy, just you and me."
"You are right young lady," Rosemary Winchester agreed as she sat astride the upturned face of Marike Maertens and methodically pushed her shit down the bald woman's throat. "Your teacher is quite talented. With both her hands and her mouth," she added flexing her hips slightly as the Dutch futa stroked the older woman's cock and fingered her pussy from below. "I love the feeling of her lips on my asshole, opening and closing as she chews and swallows my sludge."
"Yes, she has come such a long way in so short a time," Sylvie Villenueve commented, watching the cock of the restrained woman slide up and down between her fingers, having migrated over to the next salon chair after getting Valerie Bonner set up. "Mila was telling me the other day that she wasn't sure she had ever eaten shit before she got here."
"Well, she certainly has learned quickly," the horsebreeder observed, sighing as yet another log started wending its way out of her rosebud and into the mouth below. "How is she with the students?"
"She never says no," the Beate Bauer pointed out as she sawed her nine inch piece in and out of the bound woman's sphincter. "I mean, we are there to learn so she isn't always on her back but she'll lie down easily enough if asked. Teach spent all of my Friday German class face up on her desktop while we all took turns with her. But that was kind of a welcome to spring break thing I think. When we left her she was completely covered in mud."
"So I heard from Tammy and Fiona," the older woman confirmed. "Is it true she spends one day a week at the middle school?"
"That's what Mom told me," the junior nodded as she felt the eight inch member thrusting through her hand begin to throb. "I know we get teachers from over there teaching throughout the week. Feels like she is getting close Miss Winchester."
"Good, good, I'm glad she is enjoying herself under there," she smiled before grunting. "One more big one for you dear, one more, eat up now."
"There she goes," the French Canadian announced grinning as creamy white goo started to spurt from the cock of the Dutch futa. Each burst of cum became longer and longer as her thrusting gained strength.
"Me...too" the short haired swimmer groaned as her own release was triggered by the flexing asshole she was pounding.
Palming the skull of the art teacher's daughter Rosemary forced her downwards towards her own tingling organ. "My turn girl, my turn now." With that she pushed her swollen mushroom past the junior's lips just as her tool urgently launched ropes of her lust down her throat. The last log of her filth pushing downwards as her cum rocketed upwards, a triumphant smile crept across the Winchester woman's face as she lazily looked towards the activity close to the front. "More students," she murmured to no one in particular, "and Nawaji Morningmoon to boot."
Breonna Zondo gently caressed Lora Devereaux's dark brown hair as Olivia Harden strapped her into the newly delivered Cradle unit. The features were pretty much the same as the old one that he sister Nora was restrained in the curly haired brunette noticed. At least there wasn't anything she could spot at a casual glance. First one leg was raised over her head and attached to the spreader bar, then the other. Once both of the French futas had been installed in their apparatus the two were wheeled next to each other with their folded torsos closest to the wall.
"Here," the blonde sophomore prodded, handing the swimmer an anal spreader, "Put this in her ass, I'll put one in her mouth."
"Mom wanted them both to be well fed today," the dark skinned junior commented as she worked.
"Looks like they already have to some extent," the cheerleader nodding to her slightly sludge bump as she took the Lora's left hand and placed it on the shaft of Nora cock, squirting a generous helping of lubricant on it in the process.
"And it looks like they'll be getting more too," Breanna remarked as Ilaria Martinelli emerged from the back with two full eight litre containers of waste on a trolley. "Here comes the first course." Following her sister's lead, she pried open the anal flower of red head laid out in front of her with one of the rings before moving to the other end of the cradle. The salon managers daughter meanwhile repeated the process with Nora's hand and soon both Devereaux's were gripping the other's stiff members.
The Italian futa eagerly pulled up alongside the others with her fudgy cargo. She knew both Lora and Tika from classes and had seen the others around school in her first week. She had heard the rumours that the Devereaux girls was an eager eater but had never seen it first hand. But as enticing as that was it was the older futa that was with them which drew her eye. She wasn't sure if she was Tika's mother or her aunt but she was gorgeous. She was just as curvy as her mother Camilla it seemed but she carried a bit less in the middle. She was easily wider in the hips than her Aunt Valentina. And starting on Monday she would be apprenticing for her after school. "What a body," she thought inwardly subconsciously chewing her lower lip.
"Hand me those hoses there," Olivia instructed Tika Morningmoon pointing at the rack by the wall.
"What do you want me to do?" asked her cousin Olawa.
"See the milker unit there?" the Hardin girl nodded a small piece of equipment next to the rack. "There should be another just like it under the table in the back where Ilaria just was. Can you go and grab it?" Taking in the slight humping of the Devereaux's she then turned to the Zondo sisters. "Who has their controls?"
"That would be me," Breonna answered pulling out her phone. "I've got them at 2.5 at the moment. They've been there all morning. They're both coming up on 70ccs."
"Let's move them up to 3.5 and put activate the pulse ramp on my go," the first suggested. "We do want them to enjoy this after all."
"Remove the blocks?"
"Not yet, we'll let them fill first" Olivia replied as she took a hose from Tika and clicked it into the oral spread on Lora mouth, then did the same with the other on her sibling. "See how I did that?" she asked the youngest Morningmoon "Those tanks Ilaria has attach themselves the same way. When you are done flip the switch on the side to start the pumps."
"I'm guessing you'll be wanting this," Nawaji Morningmoon asked wheeling over the first milker. She had been watching in silence the entire time as the golden haired sophomore had walked all of the other students through the process of installing a girl into one of the Cradles.
"I most certainly will," she answered with a smile. "And that one as well," she added as the eldest of the Sioux students approached once again with the second unit.
Between the two of them Ilaria and Tika made short work of readying their end of the feeding process while Olivia fitted the nozzles over the crowns of the two Devereaux cocks before her. "We just got these in with the new unit," she divulged to the contractor showing off the small cap like accessories that were far shorter than a regular feeding nozzle. "They're adjustable, but the idea is to fit them over the head of the cock only so as to leave the shaft available for `other' things.
Bending over at the waist, the eldest Morningmoon took a closer look at the devices while at the same time displaying her thinly veiled 41 inch orbs to Ilaria Martinelli who was sitting against the wall beside the other first year student waiting to turn on the pumps. "Interesting. Put one on, show me," she directed gradually thrusting her ass in the young Italian's direction, ostensibly to get a better view. The recently emptied blonde took Lora's organ in hand and sliding the half-orb over the mushroom of her member, gently twisted to secure it, then attached the hose. "And the suction?"
"We haven't seen any difference," she reported. "We're still harvesting the same amounts."
Minoo Malholtra glanced around at the ocean of brown in the massage room. With the amount of this Fecalmillium drug she was sure everyone here was dosed with it was hardly surprising that there wasn't a tabletop, or for that matter a body, that wasn't coated in slippery shit. Even the adults among them, herself included, had been smeared with filth since she had been there. The futagen Nari Chīsana Hana had taken the Delacourt girl's place strapped to one table while Nasrin's youngest daughter Nikou matched her position on a third that had been set up between the first two. She had made the young Iranian for a submissive almost upon entering the room and nothing that had happened since had done anything to convince her otherwise. She looked down over her shoulder at what she could see of the farm girl's face nearly buried under her wide ass as another of her sludgy serpents wended its way down her throat. Her lidded eyes were barely visible, framed by her two toned brown hair above and the attorney's 40 inch cheeks below. "Her chewing jaws felt so nice," the Mumbai native smiled inwardly, wriggling slightly and sinking the 14 year old deeper into her crevice.
As for the futagen, it seemed like learning the ways of toiletry was one of the first things to be taught to them once they were placed in a home. Zoe was saying that the Asian featured girl needed to be full to bursting by the time she left today and her Ukrainian work colleague was doing everything in her power to make it happen. The tall brunette was relentlessly pumping a feast of fecality into the youngest there showing utterly no mercy or pacing. Though she couldn't see her flexing esophagus beneath the big woman, her widened eyes told Minoo the girl was swallowing desperately trying to keep up with the flow. Irina, she had noticed, had quite the dominant streak in her and her present circumstance was no different than any other. She intermittently jacked, slapped, squeezed, and pinched the erogenous zones of the one she was feeding, alternatively edging and indoctrinating her into the pleasures of pain while she did so.
"How does one go about getting their hands on one of these futagens?" the newly arrived lawyer asked no one in particular.
"You have to apply at the town hall," Zoe replied working her eight inch tool in and out of Lucille's plush lips, "as a Quad."
"A Quad?" the Indian questioned
"A group of four consenting adults that agree to adopt and care for the girl placed with them," Nasrin filled in as she and the redheaded Riley Halversson canoodled on the second table each casually feeding the other fingerfuls of filth. "It's a big responsibility and the Fenwell Group takes the program quite seriously."
"How would I get into a Quad then?" Minoo queried further.
"Usually it quite an informal thing," the Greek futa informed the other. "For example I've known the Ramsey's and the Roundtree's for years. It was a natural fit."
"Same with me," the Tajimand woman agreed. "The Syed's work the dairy with us and the Delacourt's and Tremblay's both have their shops five minutes down the road in Broadview Corners."
"I'd just concentrate on just getting to know people," the farmer encouraged. "You'll find your place among us."
"Is true, but not all truth," Irina then spoke, entering the conversation. "Fenwell send new woman for Futagen Program next week. Iris say me this. She take name of you, find place maybe."
"Really? When did this happen?" the masseuse asked her interest piqued.
"Is new. They make construction near clinic for girls. Send lady to be charging it," the tall Slavic woman explained, her syntax abandoning her as always when she was aroused.
"I wonder if she will be bringing your girl Zoe," Nasrin pondered pushing two sludgy fingers through the lips of the 14 year old she was with.
"Is maybe," the Slavic lawyer considered with a thoughtful frown.
Minoo, finally finished emptying her shit into the brunette below and pushed off of her face as her niece mounted the table to take her place. Bending the legs of the Tajimand girl back over her body she sat down on her slightly risen stomach and enveloped the young cock in her pussy. "Your turn dear," she smiled over her shoulder and started grinding up and down on the tool.
"We were told you had someone back here that needed to be filled up?" blurted Tiffany Charles as she dragged the soiled and swollen Mila Maertens through the beaded curtain.
"You must wait turn, young girl, wait turn," the Irina admonished. "Mmmmmmm," she rumbled lowly as her ass crackled another log into existence and she felt the jaw below her once again work frantically to keep up with her fecal flood. "Yeeesssss, wait turn."
Once they had finished with the hoses Ilaria turned on the pumps, sat against the wall next to Tika in the arms of her older cousin, and watched the proceedings. Slowly the shit from the two containers oozed up the hoses towards the gapped mouths of the Devereaux girls. The Italian noticed that while she had been working her blonde colleague and fitted each of the masturbating hands of the two bound sisters with some kind of strap that ensured their grip would stay firm around the other's cock even as their own bodies writhed in pleasure. A nod from Olivia to Breonna saw the latter start working the touch screen on her phone. Muffled sighing and mewling sounded from each and then both girls began humping into the fist of the other in earnest. Nawaji pulled a bottle of lube from her purse and squirted a generous portion onto Nora's thrusting member. She shared a smile with the other students as their throats flexed and their stomachs were filled once more. Ilaria lazily gazed at the figure of the Sioux woman as she walked to her side of the cradle units to add a bit more slipperiness to Lora's pumping piece.
"That's your Mom right?" the Martinelli girl asked the one she leaned against.
"Yes, yes it is." Olawa replied.
"She has a beautiful ass."
"I'll let her know you like it," the sophomore replied with a soft chuckle.
Somewhat reluctantly Ilaria pulled her eyes from the rounded orbs she had been peering at and let them wander around the salon taking in the variety of fecal carnality on display. Two of the teachers at her new school had swollen stomachs. She didn't have any classes with Miss Maertens but her bald head was easily recognizable even under the ass of another. Miss Daniels, on the other hand, taught her Math on Tuesdays. She looked to be fairly comfortable gulping down the fudge of Hennessey Fitzgerald while her cum erupted upwards in nice big globs beckoned by the hand of her swimming coach Miss Miller. She closed her eyes momentarily and imagined she was sitting where the black haired girl was now, her long, slimy logs passing one by one from her rosebud into the waiting mouth of her teacher.
She smiled slightly as she felt a hand on her cock, she wasn't sure whose, but she imagined it was Riley Halversson. She, her, and Kelsey Cantwell had hit it off almost immediately in the week she had been here. The three were nearly inseparable now. "Jack me Riley," she muttered as her fantasy further enveloped her mind. So engrossed was she in her reverie, Ilaria didn't realize that she was slowly being cornered by the wide cheeks of Nawaji Morningmoon until she felt the slight pressure of her dress against her face. The long hiss of a fart accompanied a further pressing, pinning her head between the wall and the flesh and flooding her consciousness with the fragrance of filth. Her eyes flashed open in surprise as her arms reflexively flailed about until they were held down by the Olawa Morningmoon while her cousin Tika, she then realized, continued stroking her cock.
A gentle rocking motion rubbed cheeks against cheeks slowly raising the cloth curtain of her next act as her calm returned after the initial shock. Little by little the hem of the green bodycon mini she was engulfed in slid upwards and the heat of smooth skin was gradually laid bare from beneath the material. The canyon widened then, pulled apart by unseen hands and she was pushed further into the deep dark crevice. Her own grip found the thighs of the older woman and pulled back as more of her gas was expended, filling her world with a fecal aphrosdisiac. And then her tongue found it, it found the rim of her desire.
"I heard you say that you thought I had a beautiful ass," Nawaji cooed unseen from above as she continued sliding her crevice up and down on the girl's face, pulling her cheeks apart and pushing her further and further in. "I thought maybe you'd like to take a closer look at it. What do you think does it look as beautiful as you thought it might? Does it look so beautiful you want to taste it? Go on then, stick your tongue in there, taste my beautiful ass."
She traced the rim of the older woman's assflower, poking and prodding the stiff middle until finally it loosened enough for her to gain entry. In and out her tongue flicked, deeper and deeper with every thrust, savouring the fecal bitterness within. More gas seeped around her mouth muscle engulfing her consciousness with its foul presence. And then she felt the rosebud begin to bloom.
"Is my little boho buttgirl hungry? Could she use a little something to eat? You sure look hungry," the older Sioux teased and she pushed back into sitting position forcing the head below to face upwards. "And I've got just the thing for a lovely boho buttgirl like you." With that she let her sphincter loosen, pushing the lips below apart. Moments later her filth began to flow out of her and into the eager mouth below. "Enjoy baby, eat it all up." The contractor felt her slurry of sludge snake its way downwards into the stomach of the 14 year old while her niece jacked her humping organ with vigor. A small jet, then a larger one, and then her cum eruption fountained forth rope upon rope. A smile of satisfaction grew on the Sioux woman's face.
"That's right Tika," she thought inwardly, "keep her cumming while I feed her. Get her addicted."
Her mission well on its way to being accomplished, she then glanced at the Cradles. The two girls restrained within were both spurting thick streams of cum into the harvesting tubes as they fucked each other's hands and ate a never ending banquet of bitter brown fudge. Both of their asses, held open by metal rings were pushing up their own shit now. The other three girls wasted no time in spreading it on their bound bodies while feeding each other the odd fingerful. Nawaji peered downwards once more. The Martinelli girl was still humping her cream into the air and she was nowhere near finished feeding her. Another of her mushy logs began its oozing journey into Ilaria's mouth and she sighed in satisfaction. She was going to enjoy having her little boho buttgirl on the job site.
End of Chapter 95