Chapter 12: After School Specials (Part Four)

Both futamutes spent, Valeri Ballentyne leaned against a wooden deck island holding the last blooms of summer cross legged while Beatrice Irving used her lap as a pillow. Both watched the fecal carnality taking place only a few feet away as the group near the door split into two. Kioni Gatimu and her daughter Tammy, a lovely lithe girl that would take after her egg mother moved towards, the latter’s cousin lying face up on the table, her ass had just finished being plundered by the thick pipe of Radomila Zidlicky as she chowed down on mud of Desirae Babineaux. Chimaka Dakota squatted over the the junior’s slightly swollen midsection and let a long thick rope of her shit coil out of her ass, using her younger colleague to brace herself as it piled up between her tits. The Polish woman, for her part, maintained the masturbatory vigil on the junior’s cock, beckoning her pearly jets forth each time her throat flexed with one hand while starting to spread the soft serve sludge spooling from her friend’s rosebud around on the torso of the younger futamute. The other two, Mumbi Gatimu and Audrée Babineaux, made their way towards the idle filmmaker and restaurateur, the last looking a bit more dazed than she had been earlier.

The mocha skinned Canadian ventured a speculative look at her French counterpart, the self assurance that normally provided a glistening shine to her demeanor mysteriously lacking as she leaned into the 48 year old Kenyan escorting her. The scientist turned the Babineaux woman towards her and delved deep into her mouth with her tongue as she backed her up over the prone blonde and gripping her ass to support her, pulled her cheeks apart.

“Look up Beatrice, look up,” urged Valeri as the tall African slowly transferred her weight onto the older woman forcing the latter’s knees to buckle and her body to sink downwards. The other Canadian, making her way out of the carnal haze in the aftermath of her bliss at the hands of the curly haired futamute, peered upwards through lidded eyes at the descending flesh and parted her lips just in time. She felt the petals of anal flesh find her pucker and once more set herself adrift as her mouth was forced open even wider. A slimy sludge snake of waste oozed across her tongue and she allowed her unfocused vision to darken completely, devoting her rising lust to the exquisite flavor of filth.

Both Mumbi and Valeri saw her at the same time, no doubt sent out by someone, most likely Grace Hartley, to inquire after the other missing staff members. As 15 year old Lindy Hofmaier stood in the doorway, her slight to and fro sway electronically induced, she nervously licked her lips at the scene laid out before her, not even realizing she had done so. The principal’s daughter was indeed a picture teenage hormones on parade. The manager of Creative Research Group flashed her co-conspirator a look of mutual understanding and quickly retraced her steps to gather in the sophomore before someone in the other group happened upon the same thought.

The Kenyan woman undressed the young brunette as she led her over to the other three so that by the time she arrived she was wearing nothing but her Slutofier Belt. Having recovered somewhat from her earlier tryst with the three Africans, Audrée’s hands had not remained idle once she had settled onto the Irving woman’s upturned face. Rather, by the time the sophomore arrived in her naked glory, the French native had used her fingers to harden the blonde futamute once more. Enclosing her in a hug from behind and then bending at the knees, Mumbi Gatimu maneuvered the girl into a squatting position above the stiff member and began to deliberately constrict her arms around her slightly rounded belly.

Lindy chewed her bottom lip and looked back at the java skinned woman with some trepidation but still the squeezing persisted. Reflexively obedient, she whimpered softly and gave her body over to the older woman, letting her rosebud expand and loosing the flow of her urinal tract. Intermittent yellow squirts became a stream and then a deluge of piss cascading all over the skin before her. A crackling from her beneath heralded a slimier exodus and then the soft serve of the 15 year old’s shit was wending it’s way downward to coil atop the Canadian’s steely length. Arms washed by gold, hands dirtied by brown, the Babineaux woman used the fecal lubricant in her masturbatory ministrations. A sudden tightening by the scientist urged a rapid emptying of bowels until there was no more. And when the flow of fudge concluded with a mound of mud all but burying Beatrice’s prong, the Hofmaier girl was forced lower from above, the thick bed of slimy stink squishing out on all sides, the restaurateur’s mucky mushroom penetrating her anal passage and sinking deep.

Instinctively the sophomore began to slide up and down on the sensual anchor, eyes lidding in lust as she milked the throbbing prong of it’s pearly goodness again and again. An expanding second hole, this one much darker than hers, momentarily hove into view before dropping past her curious mouth and lighting just above her thrusting cock. A long tube of filth began to spool out of the widened rosebud burying the brunette’s pale stiffness. Fingers reached in from below and found her soiled length, their masturbatory ministrations matching her motions and ratcheting up her arousal. Her eyelids drooped then closed, her jaw slackened in desire. Her head was pushed into a rising crevice, her lips were suddenly parted by the assflower in bloom. Suddenly starving, her tongue welcomed the fecal feast being forced down her throat. With each swallow her creamy seed erupted again and again into the slimy sludge that her slippery tool tunneled into and her way was lost in the carnal wilderness.

Valeri shared a triumphant smile bordering on the sardonic with the younger Kenyan. Beatrice Irving lay face up in her lap, most of her face shrouded by the plump cheeks of Audrée Babineaux, her eyes glazed over as her stomach was steadily filled with the French woman’s shit. For her part, the latter’s hands hand moved up and now gripped both dark brown orbs of the chemist as the tall woman furrowed her mouth with her thick eight inch cock. Looking down she could see the pale hands of her fellow Canuck beckoning the cum from the young pipe the late arriving 15 year old, occasional spurts of white emerging from the mushy morass of brown found there. And if she looked closely between the parted legs of the java skinned futamute, the flexing of the student’s throat provided evidence of her willing servitude to the first. The movie director’s cock hardened once more but she dare not move beyond grabbing her telephone from it’s portable tripod on the table next to her. “After all,” she asked herself as she decided to start with a top down shot on the blonde woman, “what kind of filmmaker would she be if she let all of this go to waste.”

Kioni Gatimu walked over to the table her younger sister Cameron lay upon with her arm around the waist of her daughter Tammy. Though the first was two years older than the second, they were of the same height, no doubt due to the fact that both parents of the junior were shorter than those of the freshman. Her mother had made an effort to widen the family genetic code when choosing a breeding mate for her sibling. What she may have lost in height, she gained in bust size. To that end the 16 year old could also thank Rebekka Hearn for her auburn brown hair and turquoise eyes. The physician decided to follow her parent’s example when it came her turn to add to the local population and applied to have her egg paired with the sperm of Deborah Whatley, a 37 year old banker, who worked with worked with her mother at Kattegat Financial Services. A curvy statuesque blonde, her progeny’s lighter hair shade had come from her, though none could claim, credit for her the girl’s eye colour as both were a similar brown. To date the fullness of hip and breast the other brought into the match had not yet manifested itself, but there was still plenty of time for that to happen.

Tammy watched intently as her aunt munched down the French woman’s mud. Eyes almost closed, cock fountaining up her seed, ass being pillaged by another, she was clearing submerged in the lust of the moment. Her mother’s sister so eagerly serving as a toilet, willingly bathing in the bliss of submission was not something the 14 year old had witnessed in her short life since being brought to consciousness, not even at school. Rather, up until now, it had been Tammy that had always been looking up with her head tilted back and her mouth open. Cameron had come to her with a bulge before, but she had never actually seen her feed. And now here she was, in the glory of her subservience, greedily gulping down the filth of an older woman, her torso coated in a thick, luscious layer of slimy sludge, her throbbing pipe offering up pulse after pulse of creamy goo. The dark skinned blonde had never been so hard.

The Babineaux woman slid towards her now and moments later a torrent of piss thundered down the other Gatimu’s throat. Instinctively Tammy crawled onto the table, dipped her head into the thoroughly soiled canyon presented to her and lapped up the remaining smears of sludge before delving further in. She gripped the hips of the black haired woman to hold her steady and her fingertips bumped up against her older relatives when she did. Their mutual touch was electric and each sought to entangle the other as they served the older third. But all too soon the flow of urine abated, the crevice was clean, and it was over.

The freshman felt a push from behind and willingly acceded to the wishes of the unseen hands. Her nipples were kissed as they passed the lips of her aunt, a moist path was traced down the middle of her bulging stomach by an exploratory tongue which momentarily tarried at her pulsing mushroom before continuing on down the vein on the underside of her tool as it came into view. The recent lab born futamute fell further into her lust when her areolas slid into the shit on the body below her for the first time. She dipped her head and tasted some of Cameron’s filthy fruits as she went along, her journey made with new purpose. Reflexively she humped into the sludgy stink, creating a furrow and as the hand between then withdrew found that her motion matched that of her mother’s younger sister.

All too soon she found herself staring at the winking rosebud that had paused momentarily in it’s fecal outpourings, though she could feel the slight bulge below, much like her own stomach. She was fitted with a metal mouthpiece and one that matched was inserted into the petalled orifice. Something pushed into her own then and pressure on the back of her skull forced her head closer and closer until with a magnetic pull and click the two pieces were joined. At the same time she felt a face wedge itself firmly into her crack from behind.

“Time to feed and be fed sweetie,” her mother cooed into her gently pushing on her back so the humping between the two youngest Gatimu’s continued, “time to feed and be fed.” She felt Cameron’s pipe sliding through the shit next to her own as her mouth filled with filth, and with sudden understanding allowed her own sphincter to loosen. Her eyelids drooped and then closed altogether and she was cast adrift in her carnality. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth they both slid in their self created mud, each devouring the delicious dirt of the other. Tammy could feel herself rapidly building, closer, closer, closer. A cock erupted in bliss once more. Tingling, throbbing, buzzing, humming, and then the 14 year old’s seven inches gushed forth it’s glorious seed in thick spurts. More she needed, more she did, and her aunt acquiesced with her silent demand. Her swallowing regulated itself to the sloppy thrusting of the pair. The pushing of her own fudge from her assflower matched that from which she fed. And the two young Kenyan bred futamutes, came and came and came again, losing themselves in their fecal lust.

Leana Darrow was stuffed. The bulge of her belly was enormous. She wasn’t empty when she had arrived at the library and the Ramona Garner had fed her a large load. The other two archivists Doris Van Der Beek and Monica Hartley had each filled one of the cups of the oversized bra she now wore with their sludge as well. The brunette had then been tied to one of the reading tables outside of the front entrance to the building, ostensibly to dry her body of the piss bath the three woman had subjected her to by her daughter Eden and her two friends Dana Ven Der Beek and Raven Ballentyne, both apprentices there. While the breeze did indeed do what it was meant to eventually, one by one the trio had taken the opportunity to stretch her lips and use her as their own private toilet in full view of whoever happened to be walking by. Leana Darrow was stuffed. The bulge of her belly was enormous. And now Eden lay beside her restained body and fed her fingerfuls of fudge from the oversized bra she wore while Dana Van Der Beek gently traced the rim of her trembling rosebud as she desperately to hold the massive amount of mud in and Raven Ballentyne steadily jacked ropes of cum from her stiff cock.

“You started looking into where you want to go to university next year yet?” Raina Berenger asked around the sucker in her mouth as she stood at the crosswalk across from the commons with her two friends.

“Well Mom and Aunt Monica are both Stockholm sorority sisters,” Georgina Hartley related twisting one of her thick blonde braids. “And that’s where Aiden is now.”

“Do they have the programs you are looking for?” Naazima Zidlicky queried.

“They’re good. People say Berlin is pretty good in that direction as well,” the freckled senior revealed. “But why throw away legacy right? What about you?” she then asked the last, Captain of the school Academics Team.

“Well, Mom went to school back home so I do not have the whole legacy thing hanging over me,” the latte skinned girl explained. “From what I’ve seen Berlin has a highly regarded philosophy department. If you had to pin me down right now, that would be my pick.”

“Want about you Raina?” the Hydroponics Libereco apprentice asked as the trio cross the road and entered the green.

“Well Mom came directly from France, and Rachelle never went to university, but the twins went to Aarhus and so did Layla Bertelli at CRG,” the raven haired futamute laid out. “She really speaks highly of their chemistry department.”

“So Denmark then?” the Zidlicky girl surmised.

“If I can get in, yeah,” came the reply from grey eyed girl.

“You think they’ll ever ... you know ... expand?” asked the Hartley girl.

“Expand?” the French/Greek crossbreed questioned.

“You know, plant the flag in a different city,” the blonde clarified pausing to quickly take off her shoes so she could feel the grass in her toes. “Open another sorority house somewhere else.”

“Oh good idea,” Raina grinned following suit.

Naazima gave the other two a sideways look as she bent down to remove her own footwear and sighed. “You didn’t hear this from me. If this comes back to me around corners, I’ll say as much.”

“What?” the black haired girl asked, shoes in hand, suddenly attentive.

“Utrecht,” the buxom brunette leaked.

“Utrecht ... like in the Netherlands?” asked the apprentice farmer.

“I heard Mom and Mommy Kamila talking about it the other day,” she replied sticking her shoes in her day pack.

“What did they say,” the Berenger girl pressed.

“Not much, only that it was at the top of the list,” over her shoulder as she started to walk again, almost sorry she brought it up.

Taking the hint, the daughter of the town’s top mariner, caught up and changed the subject. “Why are we going to the library again?”

“You know that bra and panty set I’ve been wanting to get from Silk, Satin, and Lace?” the Polish bred futamute offered brushing some of her breeze blown long loose golden brown curls from her face. “Well, I picked them up yesterday on my way in to do my library hours and then promptly forgot them there when I went home.”

“And I’ve got to look some stuff up for Mom as well,” Georgina added as the trio stepped onto the concrete sidewalk in front of the building they had been moving toward. “Plus it will give me a chance to say hi to Aunt Monica.”

“Bra and panties huh?” the black haired futamute mused being the first to notice the younger students surrounding the restrained fourth on the reading table. “Ummm ... sapphire blue? Like those ones?” she queried further with a nod towards the goings on under the skylight.

“As a matter of fact,” Naazima replied with a grin as she mounted the steps, the other two at her shoulders. “They do look awfully familiar.”

Once they got to the top of the landing the three seniors took in the scene in more detail. “Apsara was telling me about her,” Raina informed the others. “She said Dr. Landry turned her into a toilet her first day at the labs, her daughter too.”

“That one?” Georgina inquired noticing the blonde lying beside the older brunette. “She is a really cutie. I remember feeding her a couple of times at school last year.”

“That’s her,” the French/Greek hybrid confirmed. “But from what Banerjee tells me the Mom is the house favourite.”

“Judging by that massive mound of a stomach, it certainly looks like it,” the braided blonde observed.

“I can’t get her to fill up her panties,” Dana Van Der Beek complained with a mildly exasperated as she continued tracing the rosebud of Leana Darrow through the silk.

“Something tells me you’re going to need to wash those before wearing them Naazie,” the fledgling farmer commented with a chuckle.

“We’re almost out of shit up here,” Eden Darrow added pushing another three fingers of filth through her mother’s lips as Raven Ballentyne coaxed regular spurts of cum from her collar and thrusting cock.

“And she has so much in her, I can barely get my hand in anymore,” the dark skinned sophomore chimed in with a tone much like the first.

“There’s a trick to it baby,” Raina explained as she quickly lowered her jeans and panties and slid onto the bench behind the futamute with the Dutch/Kiwi genetics. Pulling the ass cheeks of the younger student apart she noticed that her crevice was still quite muddy and slowly speared the 15 year old’s slimy starfish with 8 inch length. “First off, always start with the pee hole, it’s more sensitive.”

Dana arched her back and purred as she sunk onto the stiff fleshy stock. A slight moan escaped her lips when a hand found her own turgid tool and her subsequent up and down motion propelled the arousal of both girls. “You need to tickle the opening of the urinary orifice with one finger,” the grey eyed senior instructed as she gently fondled the lips of the 32 year old’s pisser as the latter squirmed.

“It also helps if you provide additional motivation by other means,” the librarian’s niece added having removed her panties. Hiking up her skirt, Georgina then proceeded to back herself over the face of the lab assistant facing away from the others. Pulling her fleshy orbs apart, she lowered her 36 inch hips onto the Darrow woman until her balls sat on either side of her nose and her rosebud was less than an inch above her plush lips.

Naazima took the opportunity to pull the Ballentyne girl away from her manual ministrations and towards the end of the table. “I know it’s fun to play with her cock but we all know that really isn’t necessary sweetie. On the other hand,” the shortest of the three seniors countered nodding to the Hartley girl’s slightly upward curving member and bending the 14 year old over at the waist, “that cock is not going to suck itself.”

Raven didn’t need further prompting. Loosening her lips she let the braided blonde pull her head onto her length until her chin kissed the older student’s balls. Moments later her crevice was held open and cool gel slowly slid down it’s length before a thick intruder she suspected would become a part of her began pushing up against her sphincter. Once, twice, thrice, and through, then a deliberate drilling bit by bit until like the prong that was skewering her from the other end, this too found it’s ultimate depth.

Georgina looked down her back at the slackened jaw of the oldest futamute among them. She removed her hands from the dark skinned freshman’s head content to let the pumping of her classmate drive the younger tankborn’s momentum on her meat, and pulled her orbs apart even more before relaxing her starfish. Her soft slippery sludge oozed out of her ass and gently pushed against the plush lips, which caused them to instinctively part, eager to be fed yet again. Two freckled faces shared a grin with the third dark haired girl behind the second as the Darrow woman’s hips arched slightly, her jism spurting forth beckoned by no hand with each swallow. In no rush, the green eyed girl maintained a steady fecal flow, letting the toilet below her establish a smooth orgasmic rhythm even as she strained to keep the ever increasing fullness of her feast within.

“Watch baby, watch,” Raina directed still tracing her finger around Leana’s pee hole causing her to gyrate the little she could even as her reflexive thrusting only heightened the tactile teasing. And then there it was, a little spot of moisture on the front of the panties. “See, baby, look.” Then a bit more. Then a larger splotch, all at once. A muffled moan from their left. And then there was a sudden relaxing and the floodgates opened. “There we go sweetie, look at her piss, what a gusher,” the Berenger girl whispered enthusiastically increasing the pace of hand and cock on the girl trapped between them. A crackling sounded then just below the hissing of piss and with an abrupt urgency the soaked gusset of sapphire blue rapidly expanded as a long slimy snake of shit spooled out of the lab assistant’s ass. The Van Der Beek girl giggled triumphantly and quickly pulled her hand back, not wanting to interrupt the earthy exodus.

“Spread some around on her stomach sweetie,” the black haired girl instructed further slipping three fingers into the shit pushing the panties away from flesh. “Press down a bit when you do. Not too hard, but hard enough. We want to coat her entire body baby. Turn her into our little mud doll. We don’t want to run out halfway through.”

Between the fleshy pipe pistoning in and out of her ass, her own sliding up and down in the slippery grip of the older student and her own efforts to induce her friend’s mother into filling the oversized silk panties she wore while at the same time spreading a thick layer of waste on her naked torso, the librarian’s daughter was beside herself in lust. She could feel herself losing control bit by bit and when a palmful of lovely brown fudge appeared before her she absently allowed her jaw to slacken so the dirty digits could deliver their slimy sustenance. Seeing how easily the Leana’s sludge was coiling out of her Dana redoubled her efforts to extend the thick quilt of stink upwards even as her mouth was filled a second time and a third, then a fourth.

Such was the fecal flood that the wave of waste pushed up past the waist band of the underwear and mounded on the 32 year old’s thrusting member. Eyes lidded, the Van Der Beek girl had a sudden need to taste anew and stretched forward sinking her lips over the spurting length and it’s chocolate icing. In and out the throbbing flesh travelled and each time a fresh jet of jism shot down her throat mixing with the fudgy flavor of shit. Overwhelmed with need, the caramel blonde groaned as her own tool joined with the first in it’s creamy release. Over and over fingers beckoned forth her seed as another’s filled her mouth. Her ass clenched with each pearly surging and another groan sounded as a third length added it’s carnal fountaining to the first two.

It wasn’t as if Eden didn’t like dominating her parent. It wasn’t as if she didn’t like watching her mother being made into a toilet. But as she lay beside her, observing her methodical devouring of the Hartley girl’s shit as endless orgasm continued unabated, she felt somehow incomplete, somehow alone. One of her friends was being used as the mushy middle in a sandwich of big senior cocks, her own stiff length splattering it’s prize on the ground below as she was jacked from behind. The second was being similarly penetrated across the table from her, only she had her mother’s cock in her mouth while the last of the upper classmen sawed in and out of her ass. And she too was in the midst of carnal bliss.

She slid off of the table, her nipples pointed, her organ stiff from witnessing the fecal feasting going on around her. She had completely emptied herself when she sat on her mother’s mouth and found herself licking her lips absently as she walked around behind the table. “Yes,” she thought to herself as she watched Naazima’s wide ass shudder in release. “I could eat.” Slowly she sank to her knees behind her 39 inch hips and reached out with hands to gently pry apart the dark flesh in an effort to find an even darker flower. And there it was. She breathed in the musk, her eyes lidded, and her tongue found the hidden petals. Tracing, probing, prodding, and finally through, she painted the inner walls of the Zidlicky girl’s anal canal with her spit in search of a fudgy dessert.

“Can’t forget about your cock now can we?” a voice chided softly from behind as a pair of tits pressed into her back and moments later Monica Hartley’s mushroom pressed up against her rosebud. “Seems that everyone out here has cum but you. And you were nice enough to bring your toilet with you today. If anyone deserves a nice big orgasm it’s you,” the redhead judged as her hand found the young hardened stick of the sophomore. “Head back baby, head back, mouth open,” she instructed as Eden felt the weight of the senior shift towards her and then she indeed was in a posture of subservience, her mouth was being forced open by an expanding assflower. A wide log of luscious sludge caused her cheeks to bulge as the older woman’s hand danced up and down on her throbbing tool. Already saturated from a day’s worth of toiletry it only took a few strokes before her cock began fountaining forth her cream once more. She sighed and closed her eyes, munching on mud, sinking further into her sea of bliss as both her pipe and another thrust in rhythm. And suddenly she didn’t feel alone anymore.

The steady schglitching sound of the fingers sawing in and out of Lina’s rosebud matched the similar noise of those sliding up and down on her throbbing tool as the two Haataja sisters industriously leaned into the lessons in dominance they were being taught by the older girls. Meanwhile her areolas were being incessantly teased by Jordana and Elke to the very edges of her end. Bound as she was the only movement the freckled 29 year old was capable of was a slight involuntary bucking of her hips which only fed her lust more and more. The four younger students had over time gradually ramped up their tactile pace and now moved in unison to continually stoke her carnal flames as she mewled and moaned incoherently.

“I think she might be ready to ride Viiva,” Cassidy pondered looking down on her counterpart in motherly fashion. “What do you think?”

“Lina seems to have grown accustomed to the touch of Saara and Salla,” the senior agreed. “I say we try.”

With a bit of wistfulness the eldest Bloomingtree slowed down her stroke and pulled her cock out of the young ass she had buried it in for the last 20 minutes, then pecked the young brunette on the cheek before leading her around to the opposite end of the restrained Austrian that her sister was kneeling at.

“Spread your legs apart sweetie, slide forward,” the turquoise eyed instructor guided. “Squeeze your knees firm up against her flanks, push her tits together, that’s right, just like that. OK, pull your ass cheeks apart as wide as you can,” she continued softly playing with the Müller woman’s hair as she did, “and sit down so that your rosebud is over the metal round. Comfortable? Good. Now just relax while I give you a bit of a squeeze baby,” she cooed wrapping her arms around the young girl’s waist. “Relax and just let all of your yummy fudge slide right out of you sweetie,” she gently urged as she pulled the 14 year old into her.

Within the deep shadows of the two bodies encasing her head Lina couldn’t really see, but she could hear, she could smell, she could feel, she could taste. A soft pfft, followed by a second, a stink, a crackle, and then a foul flavoured thickness oozed across her tongue. It was a bitterness she had thought she had left behind. Slowly her mouth filled and her cheeks started to puff out until they could no more, but still the fecal incursion continued. She had no choice, there was nowhere else for the filth to go. Tears welling up, she flexed her esophagus pushing the excrement down into her stomach ... and her cock thrummed, thrilled throbbed and launched a thick rope of cream upwards. More mud slid downwards once more packing her oral cavity amidst her silent sobbing. Again she was forced to swallow ... again another spurt of her seed erupted from her tool. A third time ... and a third pearly volley offered itself up.

She couldn’t help herself, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. She cried in bitter realization that even though a part of her was shrieking for her to stop, another voice within was moaning in lust. A fourth, a fifth, a six, and then she fell into a methodical devouring of the slimy shit that coated her tongue seemingly without end. And each time her hips thrust upwards in carnal release. The fingers massaging the walnut deep within fell into the same delicious rhythm their tips urged forth an almost electric tingling each time they passed. Her inner protests grew weaker as the luxuriousness of her lust rose shrouding them in desire until they sank beneath the surface of the endless waves of her bliss crashing against the shores of her consciousness.