Chapter 10: We All Lay Down

The big dark ladycock sliding in and out of her mouth felt so natural to her. It felt like she was meant to do this. Her tongue wrapped itself around the length instinctively. It seemed longer somehow. Were there bumps on it? Hands on the back of her head, her own on the ass of the curly haired woman who looked down upon her with lavender eyes, it all felt so natural. The sawing of another in her pussy and the hand on her own stiff clitty matched the relentless pace of the first. She surrendered herself, giving her body over to them. It had been like this in her dreams since that first night in the commune. The boy Jimmy would emerge at some point once she woke up but his grip on her reality was getting weaker while Jamie’s was incrementally getting stronger.

“Such a lovely big ladycock Yolanda has, doesn’t she Jamie? So big, so juicy, pistoning in and out, down your throat. Such a good girl you are taking it all with every thrust,” the voice in her head praised, “such a good girl. And Dr. Rawlings cock in your pussy, splitting you in two with every plunge. Mmmmmmmm, you love getting your pussy fucked don’t you Sweetie? Feels so wonderful doesn’t it? It feels so natural, sucking, fucking, yes, yes it does. You were meant for this, yes you were, you were meant to be used by big ladycocks weren’t you? You were meant to be a sissy slut, yes, yes you were.”

Briar glanced down the towards her mother, who grinned back through her exertion, the snapping of her tool as it plough into the greased up depths of the sissy, the slapping of skin on skin providing a pleasant backdrop to her patter. It was good to see her enjoy the fruits of her labour, especially this one. She would be living under the same roof. She was getting close now, she knew the look of her mom on the edge, she had seen it often enough. She slid her eyes upwards to Yolanda. The same anxious expression of someone desperately seeking something was painted on her face as well. The throbbing she felt in her palm was fairly regular now. Her two colleagues were going to cum together and it was on her to ensure that the sissy was along for that ride.

The doctor had been pleasantly surprised at the ease in which Jamie’s pussy took her meat. She was, after all, bigger than anything she had taken there to date. The Bordeleau girls were not slight in that regard, but her prong still was still a bit larger than either. The lubricant obviously helped but that wasn’t her only reason for using Tunnel of Love. The reaction of an ass to it, for her, was one of the great innovations of CRG back in Libereco. The pebbling that rose from the walls within was incredible. Every stroke, every thrust, took her higher and higher. She had pretty good stamina thanks to years of practice, but even she had a hard time maintaining against it. She picked up her pace once more, her breathing became more labored, and she spurred herself onto the final leg of her journey. Silently, the cue was passed along and the others matched her in both speed and, in Yolanda’s case, desperation.

Jamie let herself be used by the others. She could feel the throbbing of the big lovely ladycock pummeling her pussy again and again, It matched the tremors of the massive dark meat that she was being facefucked with by the beautiful woman staring down at her through the sheen of her sweat. She could taste her now, a trickle of her nectar slithering across her tongue. Instinctively she twisted her lengthened pink around the steamy stock and pumped in time to its sawing. She could see the effect that had on the mocha skinned dream girl. Her eyes glazed over, she moaned, and furrowed her with even more vigor. And through it all there was the nurturing voice of Briar Rawlings encouraging her servitude, helping her find her way.

“Good Sweetie very good, wrapping your tongue around Yolanda’s big ladycock like that. She loves it when you do that. She want you to do it again and again. Yes she would, she’d like to make you her favourite cocksucker. Would you like that Baby? Would you like to be Yolanda’s favourite cocksucker? The pulsing of your little clitty is telling me you would. My Little Bluebell is going to cum soon isn’t she. You’re already beading up. There’s a little stream of your syrup dripping down the side of your clitty now, mixing with my hand, making it easier to pump it. Let go now Sweetie, let go and cum with Yolanda, cum with Doctor. Make nice long spurts while they fill you with their cream. Cum now Jamie, cum and cum and cum.”

Another pair of moans echoed in her dream and suddenly she could feel the cascade of thick gooey goodness forcefully launching itself into her pussy as she instinctively squeezed around it in euphoria. At the same time her mouth was flooded the younger girl’s pearly cream and she was compelled to rapidly swallow. There was so much, so much. And it was all hers; All of it, hers.

“Now you Baby, now you.”

A thumb caressed the top of her clitty and her release was upon her. Again and again and again she desperately thrust upwards into the grip. Each time she did she felt her lust spike, its waves overwhelming her. Even as they gushed their spunk filling her up, the ploughing ladycocks became but background music to the soaring chorus of her ecstasy. Over and over and over, she was taken by her desire. Sucking, fucking, cumming, it all became one. She languidly rode the waves of her bliss. The voice had been right, Briar had been right. She was meant for this. Jamie Markham was meant to be a sissy slut.

Clover could hear the Lamberts talking with Ruth Ann in the front of the store but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Mallory’s voice was easily recognizable. She peered down at Kayleigh’s dreamy upturned face and pushed another log of her soft chocolate through her lips. She sighed. This was another big one and she was taking it all so easily, despite her swollen stomach.

“I missed feeding you this morning Kayleigh,” she murmured as she steadily jacked the cum from the older futamute. “Mom fed you and so did Aunt River. They said Aunt Darlene did too. No wonder you were so full, so crampy.” She waggled her bottom a bit and settled the blonde’s head further into her deep dark cleft and pushed once again. More of her thick creamy spurts fountained forth with each stroke. It was apparent when the green grocer had activated her prostatic stimulator. She had become much more pliant then. To be sure the petite woman drinking all of her dosed mother’s milk had already set her on that path. Still once the electronics were turned on, the student felt that all of the thoughts of her pain melted away. Her hips instinctively bucked into her grip. She didn’t even have to move her hand, not really, though it was enjoyable to do so anyway. “You are so good at this, we’ll have to do it more often,” she cooed as she felt the last of her shit snake down the other’s throat. “You thirsty Sweetie?” she asked adjusting her position, not waiting for an answer. “Here you go, drink up now,” she offered letting a torrent of piss pour down the Brenner woman’s throat.

As she drained herself the Asian featured futamute thought she heard someone else now enter the market. “And all of a sudden it is busy,” she mused silently before looking back down at her mother’s girlfriend. “Looks like I am finishing just in time,” she grinned as the German gulped desperately. She had stopped masturbating her now. She had placed both of her hands were on her thighs and she pressured the flow of her urine further wanting to finish up as quickly as possible. The voices were getting closer. It was time to get off.

“Oh hey,” Ruth Ann called out with a friendly wave towards the new arrivals at the market. “If you’ll excuse me, I just have to talk to Josephina for a moment and then we’ll get everything set up,” she explained caressing the hair of a very full Mallory Lambert before turning towards the bookkeeper and her youngest daughter.

“I really appreciate you getting this to me so soon, Jo,” she acknowledged grabbing her hand and tiling her head up to buss the dark skinned Amazon in the cheek. At 5’11” the buxom futamute had nearly a half a foot on her.

“Well, it sounded important and I was already finished with the Bordeleau’s accounts so I thought why not?” The Haitian shrugged pulling out a ledger from her satchel.

“Here, set it on the counter,” the blonde suggested steering the pair so that their backs were to the two redheads further in. As the Caribbean native opened the ledger, Ruth Ann set her phone down on top of it and scrolled through a pair of screens. She slid her finger across the second and glanced over her shoulder before meeting the eyes of the accountant who favoured her with a knowing smile. “So where exactly did I go wrong?”

Taking the hint Josephina Ricardou commenced unfolding a convoluted financial explanation, pointing out various items in the book, taking her time and keeping an eye on the screen.

“Can we get some peaches?” Amandina asked from two aisles over.

“Pick out a dozen big ones,” nodded the financial specialist. “Maybe I’ll make a pie.”

The 14 year old wouldn’t likely meet the height of her Egg Parent or her older sister Marcellina given that her Seed Mother was Louisa Swaggart,” the grocer reflected silently letting the other spool out her ruse. “That family was on the short side right down the line, but they did bless the lighter toned girl with long wavy golden brown hair that fell halfway down her back and beautiful blue eyes. It was quite the contrast to her appearance of the woman beside her, with her black eyes peering through sturdy cat’s eyes frames and very close shaven black hair. Still she’d be a luscious little thing when all was said and done of that she was sure. Like her Anjou, she’d be 15 by the end of the summer. Both seemed to be blooming like spring flowers.”

“ ... long as you don’t forget to add in the total in this box to the rest, you should be fine,” the taller advised the other 48 year old, nudging the shorter futamute. Both glanced back at Lamberts as the youngest Ricardou returned with a small wicker basket of peaches.

“Merci,” the dark Amazon recognized as the girl set the item on the counter and the ledger returned once more to the satchel.

Mallory, as expected was aching somewhat. Her mother Mirabella had told her she had fed her a large breakfast and then topped her up afterward as well. The carrot topped 15 year old’s midsection was well rounded and likely expanding incrementally over time. She had been more than happy to volunteer her for toilet duty today. Dr. Rawlings had made a housecall to check on their sissy Cherise’s development yesterday. Apparently, mother and daughter had stretched her pussy quite nicely. It had been the first time Mallory’s cock had slid into the 19 year old brunette next to her parent’s from what she had told her. She thought her daughter’s dominant side had been teased out a little too much. The girl needed to be reminded of her place a bit, hence her name on the sign outside this morning. The sophomore was a bit subdued at the moment. Her lips were parted, her hips subtly undulating in spite of her bulging belly, each betraying her arousal. What brought a smile to long ago classmates though was the gradual discomfort of her parent. Her breathing had become slightly more labored in the last few minutes and there was a sheen to her skin now.

“Thanks for waiting Mirabella,” Ruth Ann smiled as she approached the surrogate and her daughter. “Jo was just re-checking my books and found something that needed to be addressed. Is something bothering you, girl?” she then asked, feigning concern. “You seem a little hot.”

“Its ... its ... nothing,” the Lambert woman stumbled. “I think my PS ... is on ... the fritz. Not sure ... why?”

“Oh dear,” the blonde exclaimed crowding in beside her, trapping her arm between them. “You do seem to be quite hard.”

“Yes, she certainly does,” agreed the tallest, steadying her on the other side and following suit. “Baby, help Miss Lambert,” she then directed Amandina. “Reach under her dress and free her cock, give it some air. I’ve got some lubricant in my satchel.”

“No ... no ... it’s OK,” the 33 insisted unconvincingly sighing as moments later she felt the teenager’s small slippery fingers pull her steely nine inches through the fold in her panties. Stifling her grin at her good fortune, she gazed into her teacher’s turquoise eyes with her blue ones and slowly slid her grip up and down on her pipe.

“There, see, that feels good, doesn’t it?” the market’s proprietor murmured as a soft moan escaped from the older redhead. She had thought hers would be the hand that would be working the schoolmarm’s tool when she had thought up this plan but this was so much better, having one of her students do it. “Much, much better,” she smiled privately. “Jo, if you would, help her to the back so we can get Mallory here ready, OK?”

“Sure, Ruthie,” she replied adding the other arm to the one she already held in check. “Just relax and lean on me now Mira,” she advised as she and her youngest exchanged glances. The two older futamutes assisted the redheads in their unsteady walk towards the rear of the establishment and through the doorway marked ‘Toilets’ where the harvesting units were located.

“Hey Mal,” Clover greeted excitedly looking up from the harvesting cradle Kayleigh Brenner was secured into. “Geez, you’re really full girl! Horny too,” she giggled. “You know Kayleigh right? She’s my Mom’s girlfriend, well toilet slut really. She fed her this morning. So did my Aunt River and Aunt Darlene. I just got done stuffing my shit down her throat too. You need to try her Mal, you really should!”

The carrot topped 15 year old lazily turned her head to her parent as if asking silent permission only to find her trapped in her own malaise of lust.