Chapter 10: After School Specials (Part Two)

Elke Müller watched the upturned ass of her mother Marlena thrusting vigorously through her orgasm as the woman filled the anal canal of her eldest daughter. The desperate violence of the coupling finally dislodged Lina’s lips from the nipple she had been suckling from, milk trickling down her cheek as the first gradually descended from her carnal high. The shorts of the eldest lay discarded on the grass nearby, while the riding pants of the other were strewn about her ankles. The sight of her parent’s 10 inch pipe plunging in and out of her older sister’s rosebud, the winking of her parent’s brown eye above it, intoxicated the sophomore, hardening her own shaft.

Ever since the 29 year old had arrived back in town three days ago from Germany, more often than not she had been on her back in service to the family. According to statuesque 55 year old the two had barely seen each other since the second had graduated from Freie Universität Berlin four years ago, the freckled blonde having been hired as an instructor at the Reitschule Holzhauer straight out of her cap and gown. For her part the latter’s return to Libereco was also a cause for celebration from what the 15 year old had been told. While she still was located within three hours of the sorority, her full schedule often precluded her making the trip to visit. It went without saying that some needs went unfilled over that time. This would no longer be the case now that she was joining the staff at the Kattegat Riding Club.

To be sure, Elke had also availed herself to the joys of her sister’s body in the short time she had been home. And now that she had been accepted as an apprentice at the same place Lina would be spending her days, it was likely she would do so more often. Her cock had grown in the past year and was actually a bit bigger than her older sibling’s now, though the younger girl herself was still a little shorter. That would likely change though. Both sides of her genetics were above average in height. The one from whose egg she was born as well as was the one that had supplied the seed, Meredith Garner, were 5’11”. And as big as her Mommy Marlena was between the legs, Mommy Meredith was even moreso.

The spent staff of the eldest Müller slid slowly from the orifice in which it had been buried leaving a gaping remnant of lust behind. The latte shaded 15 year old could help but follow the paler curvaceous orbs of her parent as they moved up the body of her equally light skinned sibling until the crown of the first’s browned beast sat on the plump lips of the second. With a languid thrust the thick length of the Futagen Project Administrator found a new hole to call home. The heat of her arousal boiling up from within, the sophomore had seen enough. True, she still had her slut suit on but her cock was fully accessible. And now she had two holes to choose from.

She removed Lina’s pants from around one ankle and rolled her higher onto her back. Instinctively her sister’s legs wrapped themselves around her waist as she retraced her mother’s carnal path. With each thrust forward, the flesh before her push back until the cheeks of the younger brushed up against the cheeks of the older. The last were pulled apart then in open invitation, one that no growing girl with hunger could deny. Deeper into the dirty cleft she delved, her tongue the lamp that lead the way. A palm found the back of her skull as her moist pink penetrated slimy brown. And then her lips were forced into a welcome parting by the powerful petals of a mother bent of feeding her child. Eyes fluttering in lust, Elke sped up the pace in which she was furrowing her recently arrived sibling, and gorged on the unending mud pie being pushed down her throat.

“What are they up to now dear?” Sierra Bloomingtree queried taking a sip of her coffee and peering into her computer screen.

“Lina is getting doubled. Marlena is in her mouth, Elke is in her ass,” reported her daughter Cassidy from the railing of the veranda. “It looks like she is also scarfing down a load from Mom while fucking her sister.”

“That’s promising,” the older Navajo noted. “I asked around about the young Müller girl when I saw her application. I was told she was obedient but starting to learn both sides of the spectrum.”

“From what I can see Lina is the submissive here,” observed the younger.

“Interesting,” the family matriarch nodded not looking up. “It’s what I was told as well when I looked into her time at Optimis Utriusque Mundi in Berlin. I’d like to see just how far we can push that.”

“Today?”

“Why not?” Sierra returned. “What time are the Haataja’s due?”

“35 minutes.” The Head Instructor informed the Riding Club Manager.

“Best send your sister out to see if we can get their attention then,” the 53 year old instructed looking up for the first time.

“At least they had the good sense to use the shade of the oak tree out front,” pulling away from the railing and opening the screen door. “Jordana!”

Two generations of lithe Kenyans stood in the doorway leading back into the diner from the patio with a younger bulging third bred from the blood observing a fourth of their own, the top of her head barely visible beneath the massive orbs of the Polish woman Radomila Zidlicky. Mother, sister, and niece looked on while Cameron Gatimu methodically munched on the filth fed to her by the short dark haired woman, her cock eagerly launching it’s creamy prize into the air with each stroke Desirae Babineau gave it.

“It was pleasing to see,” Mumbi Gatimu, manager of Creative Research Group, thought to herself as she leaned across the youngest, Tammy, to rub cheeks with her eldest daughter, Kioni. At 16 it was expected that Cameron would start developing her dominant tendancies as all upperclassmen in the school usually did. She knew that the freshman the two native Africans snuggled between them was holding a few juicy logs fed to her by the junior at breakfast still. “But it was good to see that she had not forgotten how to serve, that she still enjoyed being another’s toilet,” she reflected. “It was a skill, a hunger that would help her as she moved through life.” The third year student had laid herself open to all and Chimaka Dakota was taking full advantage of the access by relentlessly plunging her thick meat in and out of the girl’s rosebud. It was then that the oldest present, Audrée Babineaux, noticed the others on the patio were no longer alone and made her way over to greet them.

“Well, your arrival here is rather timely,” she smiled as she strode across the deck, her hardened eight inch cock bouncing in front of her as she did.

“It was not unprompted,” Mumbi admitted with a nod and a wave to nearby filmmaker as her granddaughter sunk to her knees at the gentle urging of her mother’s hand on her shoulder. The Frenchwoman’s tool slid easily through the licked lips of the young futamute and the 57 year old felt her ass gripped by young hands. The two Kenyans, inches taller than she crowded in around her lending her support as the youngest among them took her length down her throat again and again.

“We were downtown shopping in The Closet District when Val called us,” Kioni revealed.

“Get anything good?” the eldest among them asked casually accepting their bodily aid as each crouched and draped one of her arms over their shoulders.

“We ordered the new cat suits from Hidebound Leatherworks,” the 30 year old physician answered. “Full body, nice breast support it looks like.”’

“The one with front buckles?” Audrée asked as the two others straightened their legs and lifted her just off the tips of her toes. Slightly surprised she had no choice but to swing pendulum like to the industrious pace the young girl below was setting as her pipe slid in and out, in and out, in and out.

“Those are the ones,” the younger of the two grinned once they had ensnared the Gaulic futamute.

“Saw those ... in the online ... catalogue,” she struggled slightly gamely trying to stay in the conversation about clothes shopping. They had also bought a new baby doll for Tammy, a silk one the colour of crème brulee with a lighter lace trim. “ ... for her first Baby Show in October,” she remembered one of them saying. She wasn’t sure when they Gatimu women had twisted their legs around hers to hold hers apart but she noticed they did when first one, then two slippery fingers found her colon and started traversing her anal canal in time with the pendulum that was her body.

Soon a third thin digit joined the first two and then eventually a fourth snuggled in beside them. Their slippery path was a most luxuriously lustful one, each of their passings painting a stripe of desire on her prostate as the Babineaux woman’s cock was cradled in the warm cocoon of the girl’s eager mouth. Words had long been lost to her, her eyes glazed, her jaw slackened, only the climb to her carnal delight mattered now. Back and forth, up and down, in and out, closer and closer and closer. A million past moments muddled her mind, the feathering of kisses from both sides only made the wave build higher and higher.

Mumbi and Kioni shared a grin as the French futamute sunk deeper and deeper in a trap they had set for others in the past couple of years only with Cameron as the third. Though they had rehearsed it at home with Tammy’s aunt playing the part of that the older woman served now, this was the first time newly born had attempted it in public on a stranger. And so far, she was doing very, very well. The pair had learned to read the tensing of their prey as they built towards their release and both knew the 57 year old was just about there. Mumbi nodded and her eldest daughter let her free hand drift behind her body then elicited a soft grunt followed by a sigh. It was time. The oldest Gatimu turned the paler face between them to her and pushed her tongue down her throat as her granddaughter, peering upwards and catching her cue, accelerated both hand and mouth.

With the sudden change of pace what little control of her body Audrée still had betrayed her. She arched wildly and thrust her cock deeply one last time, moaning through the kiss as her orgasm overtook her. But just as quickly her lips were abandoned and her outburst muffled by handful of shit being pushed into her mouth. Jaw held shut on one side, fingers rapidly fucked the fudge back and forth across her taste buds, matching the intensity of the carnal cresting rolling through every nerve of her being. The incessant pistoning across her prostate urged salvo after salvo of her cream to willingly surrender itself as bit by bit she was able to melt the mud in her mouth enough for it to continue it’s journey downwards. But once she did another load replaced it sparking her loins anew. The process repeated itself two more times, she wasn’t sure. The French futamute only remember bucking and thrusting and cumming and tasting until she was utterly spent, utterly drained.

Between the angle with which they had suspended her in the air and the size of their bodies Mumbi knew that no one at the table saw Audrée Babineaux’s spontaneous submission. Once more she shared a grin with her eldest offspring and this time the mirth in the eyes of her granddaughter as she milked the older woman of the last of her seed joined them in their knowledge. While she was no Tamara Kersey, the psychology electives she had taken while at the University of Nairobi all those years ago hadn’t been forgotten. She had watched the daycare staffer on film and in private. She had always been a bit heavy on the domination she felt and suspected there was a soft underbelly hidden beneath that. And now, with what she had found out today, her carnal curiousity had indeed been piqued.

“Why do I have to get tied up like this?” Darrell asked his fiancée Juliette as she rolled his legs back over his body. His arms already shackled to the bar in the headboard of the bed there was really little he could do to stop the blue eyed 28 year old with long creamy blonde hair.

“Because baby, your balls are all big and swollen and you need for me to empty them for you,” she cooed securing his left ankle onto the rod with a click. “You do still want me to do that don’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” he nodded quickly, hoping he had not discouraged her from doing so. The Manchester native had been locked in chastity once the couple had gotten serious just over a year ago. He had not been allowed to touch his cock since then. It had always been by her hand that he had been relieved. But even this was new. “Can you ... let me ... do it myself this time?

“Don’t you like it when I do it honey?” she pouted.

“No, no,” he quickly protested as she moved around the bed and locked his other leg in place. “I mean I love it when you do it, I really do. It’s just that I’ve kinda forgotten what my own hand feels like ... you know ... down there.”

“But you’ve had 25 years to feel that hand, haven’t you?” she teased as she deftly removed the restraint from around his member without touching skin. “Oh there you are, Dariella’s little girl clitty. What a lovely little thing.” she cooed momentarily diverting her commentary as, finally freed, blood rushed to his organ and it slowly stiffened. She then turned away and pulled a small vibrating plug from the top drawer of her dresser as well as a tube lubricant before continuing. “And you’ve only had just over 12 months of mine. I would think I have a lot of catching up to do, wouldn’t you? Besides,” she added, pausing to adjust the position of the phone sitting in front of the mirror there, “today, we’re going to try something different.” With that she turned around and mounded some of the gel atop his rosebud before gently working the toy into his virgin hole and turning it on. “Be right back baby.” Sighing heavily at this new but somehow pleasant feeling, the brown haired Brit peered between his legs through suddenly lidded eyes as she left the room. Moments later he heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on.

He was entranced by her; there was nothing else for it. Ever since Juliette Kersey had shown up at Copenhagen University and become his Mechanical Engineering thesis advisor Darrell Farragher had been smitten. Her beautiful blonde hair, her mirthful blue eyes, the freckles haphazardly splattered across her face all gave her an impish ‘devil may care’ feel. And her body had all of the right curves in all of the right places. The fact that they still had not slept together despite the fact that he had given her a ring and expressed his undying love to her three months ago only made him want her more.

But she had insisted. Her family was old fashioned. It was why he had been locked away in chastity for 512 days. Juliette had said her mother had insisted. She had to know Darrell was the right one for her youngest girl. She had to know that he would be hers and hers alone.

“Besides baby, when your balls get too big, we can take it off,” she revealed once she had secured the device in place the first time, “But only I get to touch it sweetheart, only I do. Mother says so. That means I need to tie you up before we do. You understand why I have to right?”

What he hadn’t realized at the time was that the intervals that she would free him from chastity would lengthen from two days, to three, to four, then a week, then two, then three, then finally once a month and only for good behavior. And each time his manhood had been released, the rest of him had been bound to a solidly built high back oak chair so she could toy with him at her leisure. At first it had been her hand, but that had quickly changed after the first two weeks when she started wrapping her fingers in the silk of her panties. Juliette was so good at bringing him to his edge but not over it. He had come to treasure the feel of the soft material on his cock to the point where when she asked him to beg for it after the three months, he did and did so willingly.

And that was the day she had made him hers even more than he had been. “It would be so nice to have someone in my life that could cum and cum and cum, just like you are now sweetie,” she idly speculated as his seed rocketed up from his cock under the caresses of her silk wrapped fingers. “Cum and cum and cum. Yes, cum and cum and cum” she repeated softly as he arched in his bonds over and over. “Would you like that baby? Would you like it if I could make your little weenie spurt like this all the time? Nice long, thick spurts, up and down, up and down, up and down, long, thick spurts, all the time, cum and cum and cum. Yes, so nice, so nice isn’t it baby, so nice.”

That was when he started saving for the ring.

Juliette had to shroud the front of her body on her way to the bathroom she was so hard. She turned on the shower to provide some sonic cover and quickly pulled her panties down before releasing the block on her prostatic stimulator. Grabbing the lube from inside the vanity as she slid down the wall, she doused her iron pole in grease and began robustly slamming her fist up and down it’s length. Seeing her Dariella like that made her incredibly horny; her lovely little boy pussy just waiting to be invaded. She wanted to fill it up with her cream so badly, wanted to feel her length furrowing her inner sanctum, truly make her a woman. Not being able to take her on the spot was driving her around the bend. But it had been arranged; in less than a month Juliette would be taking Darrell to meet her family for the first time ... and the last.

Normally, she would have hooked up her fiancée’s sister prior to feminizing her sibling a bit more to feed her own carnal needs but because of a last minute appointment with another grad student she had to cancel, leaving her full of cum when the submissive in training had arrived. Only a year younger than the future sissy, the carrot topped Ashley Farragher had a short, sassy, ‘can’t quit’ body and loved a good ladycock in whichever hole you decided you liked best at the time. Like her brother, she also was a Engineering Major, though the talented girl had skipped a grade as a youngster and was in the same year as her soon to be sister. She had often confessed that she couldn’t wait to see Juliette truly turn Darrell into Dariella for the first time. The last time they were together she had produced a latex strap on cock only slightly shorter than her own but for all that a little thicker.

“Once you’ve taken her cherry, I’m going to have my turn,” the redhead had boasted as Juliette had rode her rosebud relentlessly. Each had talked dirty to the other about all the ways they were going to take the third as the blonde plunged her beast in and out of her ass and made her clit dance on her fingers until both exploded with bliss. Both gradually slid down from the peak of their pleasure, the 28 year old’s blue eyes holding the 25 year old’s brown ones throughout the slow descent and the youngest daughter of Tamara Kersey got to wondering...

Her fingers flew up and down her throbbing stock, first one hand and then both so desperate was she for release. She began thumbing the crown of her cock more and more and more. The tingling began and then the buzz, everything was becoming blurry. “Where were my panties, where were my panties?!?!?!” screamed through her mind. Reluctantly she tore a hand from her shaft. A frantic stab, a second, a third and silk was found just in time. Her love lava erupted gushing upwards but the silken sky fell upon her purpled volcano. Again and again she spewed her lust magma as fantastical scenes of her wished for future played out in her head.

Baby Dariella’s moving from humiliation to acceptance to joy with each successive milking; Baby Dariella’s silk clad body dancing on the end of her length as she slammed into her; Ashley’s big doe eyes glazing over as Juliette rode her rosebud to glory, the two of them cresting simultaneously; Juliette’s soiled length furrowing Baby Dariella’s lips, sluicing her throat with her seed as Ashley urged forth her pearly treasure with panty clad hand; Ashley bouncing her new sister up and down on her pipe as Baby Dariella eagerly suckled her nipple; Juliette sitting in Lighthouse Park with friends casually causing Baby Dariella, bound in her stroller, to arch her cum wildly into the air with fingers wrapped in silk as her companions waited their turn to do the same. Over and over each scrolled through her mind on a loop of lust. And as they did she sat on the floor of her steamy bathroom shimmering and sweating, filling her silk with her spunk, her orgasm flooding over her existence, cataclysmic, her own moans unnoticed.

“Well what do you think? I know it’s early, but we have to start planning for next year,” Aldona pointed out as the three of them sat in her office and went over the incoming freshman on the big screen one at a time. “It was hard enough getting our hands on the Campbell girl this time out. She was in demand and we had no previous ties there.”

“How did she interview?” Rebekka Hearn asked as she examined the file of the futamute on screen currently, Agnes E One.

“Fine,” the Venezualen reported, “passed with flying colours. Too bad you couldn’t be there for it.”

“Who sat in?” the auburn haired Assistant Manager queried, her turquoise eyes still focused below.

“Ginessa,” interjected the last’s administrative partner Perlita Swaggart. “Not quite as much of a challenge but close.”

“What do you think of her?” the first 31 year old suggested to the others.

“The next Agnes?” Aldona pondered. “We haven’t dipped into the surrogate pool in a couple of years. Who is she out of?”

“Eleanor McCarthy was the Egg Mother, Lina Müller’s seed fertilized it,” read off the Hearn woman.

“We are currently shy on redheads,” her co-worker noted. “Present company excluded.”

“We do tend to be popular,” Rebekka grinned and squirmed as her friend copped a quick feel of her right boob.

“Am I going to have to sit between you two again?” the eldest cautioned with a raised eyebrow only to have her admonishment met with guilty glances. Shaking her head she peered downwards at her copy of the file. “It says here she is with Sandra Holloway, with Desirae Babineaux, Heike Bischoff and ... Sakura Swaggart, your sister, as the fourth.”

“It’s her first year as a parent,” Perlita informed her two colleagues.

“How is she liking it?” the Manager queried.

“Still working her way through, though smoother than some I suppose,” the black haired co-assistant revealed. “She’s had a year to watch right?”

“Regardless of relations, I do like her,” the one who pointed the young futamute out pressed. “She is likely not going to have much up top or be too tall given her breeding, but if that holds true, she’ll have a nice round pair of buns.”

“From what Sakura tells me, she is also showing Lina’s submissive tendencies as well,” the other Swaggart added, “more so than most freshmen.”

“Her cum numbers look pretty good for someone with her endowments,” the 57 year old nodded impressed.

“Better than our Gracie’s,” the Raven haired woman concurred, both knowing from firsthand knowledge.

“Are we not considering her?” Rebekka questioned.

“The household wanted something different this year,” Castillo explained. “Gracie has a high functioning intellect but is quite introspective. She doesn’t profile genetically as a good match personality wise for a placement like this.”

“She’s a Czech/Finnish mix. She’s from Tarja Leppanen and Silvie Hlaváč. Tarja was the egg and she has a lot of her demeanor,” the junior member of the nest revealed as she absently swiped through the other first years. “Speaking of Hlaváč’s, what about this one?” she asked swiping the headshot of Deirdre Lockart over that of the surrogate.

“Oh, that would be inspired now wouldn’t it?” Aldona praised. “The Seed Child of our very own toilet apprenticing here at the lounge.”

“Look at her measurables!” Rebekka gushed. “34-21-35 as a 14 year old. As she is only 5’3” as well.”

“Her cock is in the upper 20% as well, seven inches in length, girth of five,” Perlita added. “She really has inherited all of Milena’s best features. Anyone seen her film from Christening Day yet?”

“No time like the present,” the large Latina pointed out clicking on the link. The three senior staffers watched the montage of the young futamute intently.

Red hair flowed strongly in the Lockart genetics and it was no different with her. Her russet wavy bob while similar in shade to one of her older sisters Rosemary, contrasted with her eldest sibling Bonnie and her Egg Mother Eustace, both of whom were gingers. The last fed her first as was tradition sparking her first fountaining of cum, followed by the other two. But it was the next fecal feast that caught their attention. The hips of Magnolia Jeffers were the envy of most girls in the under 30 set. At 41 inches the 29 year old possessed a very deep and generous cleft. By the time she lowered herself onto the freshman’s face, the latter’s continual creamy eruption had made her eager to please.

Lips parted in expectation, the Lockart girl’s eyes lidded at the first taste of the other’s thick tube of fudge. The Futagen Program’s Assistant Administrator, no doubt wanting future instructional video, didn’t form a complete seal. Her soft sludge slid endlessly out of her rosebud and across the outstretched tongue of her Nest Daughter, before continuing it’s journey down her throat. And with each gulp a new rope of the freshman’s pearly treasure was pumped from her cock into the air by Chandler B Three. Meanwhile the last of her Nest Parents, Valeska Dvorak scooped up the shit uncontrollably coiling out of her ass and was lovingly browning the girl’s body.

“Right,” the Castillo woman announced loudly shutting off the link and shaking herself out of the fog of arousal she and the others had descended into, prompting her two assistants to also find their way back to the present. “I think it is safe to say Deirdre Lockart is on our short list and likely not only ours. We will have to move quickly if we are to secure her for next year.”

The 57 year old then pushed another picture onto the screen appeared over the video link, this one of a beautiful young blonde futamute with perfect facial structure and large turquoise eyes. “What about her? What about Madison Hartley for the second slot?”

The sight of the girl’s face, the sound of the name caused Rebekka’s breath to catch, caused her to sweat, caused her to harden even more than she already was. She had always watched the development of the librarian’s latest progeny with more than a little idle interest. After all with her long flowing blonde hair, her turquoise eyes, and developing curves, the memories of her own daughter Alicia, who would be leaving for university in a matter of months, bubbled to the surface immediately. Even the facial structure was a bit similar to what her child’s had been three years ago. The Hartley girl had the cherubic curve of cheek evident in a girl well nourished. Which was hardly surprising as the family was one of the older one’s in Libereco and the girl’s mother had been a year ahead of her at LPI.

She couldn’t help but be curious. Whenever her sister Hannelore took a trip down to the lab to check in on the tank holding her own daughter to be, Melissa, she would invariably find a reason to accompany her and then at some point slip off and check in on the budding Hartley girl. When one of her co-workers mentioned that they were making a similar stop before work, Rebekka would often offer to accompany them and the surreptitious exercise would repeat itself. Over the past months the lovemaking between herself and Alicia picked up a new intensity, the roles played in their couplings flickering back and forth between them; dominant, submissive, dominant, submissive, each blending into the next. And all fueled by this young girl on the screen, that until earlier in the week, she had never met face to face.