Chapter 21: Here and There (Part Five)

Each of the couples on the couch had settled into a steady copulating rhythm as they watched the screen, though neither was with their original partner. Alvera Alejo had spotted the lust with which Kajsa Ekblad had watched her cock pumping in and out of her daughter’s sphincter some time ago and she was well aware of the effect that Vanessa had on her fandom in general as well as how much her daughter had gushed over her. Now the lawyer and the porn star sat shoulder to shoulder, each thrusting their meaty love muscles upwards into slippery asses as they watched the screen. The black haired Swede was even now still acclimatizing herself to the sheer girth of the Latina’s tool, the latter holding her firmly in place as she smoothly furrowed her rosebud. Eyes lidded, the 29 year old watched the video of the slow sissification of her father as fingers found her pussy. A smile slowly formed on her lips partially from the euphoria of her current carnality but also from the witnessing of a man from whom she had felt the hard side of arrogance too many times being brought low.

Abigail grinned at her mother then at Dr. Ellesmere as she continued jacking the Swedish entrepreneur. It was not a bad sized cock as far as cocks went. At seven inches it was longer than hers, but from what she had seen at Rattles once a man underwent futamutation, they tended to lose some of their size and given the mass of her mother’s member, she was fairly certain she was not done growing yet. Both of the older futamutes had told her to be careful not to expose their unique gender to the man, but she couldn’t help but rub her fledgling flesh against the leg she had scissored between her own as she stroked him. Meanwhile he was bucking on her parent’s digits vigourously as she had increased the pace and ferocity of her prostate massage, which made all of what she was doing even easier.

The strawberry blonde cradled Nils Ekblad’s head in the crook of her arm as he suckled desperately on her nipple and was slowly made sissy. She could feel him throbbing now, it wouldn’t be long. A look from the doctor told her it was time. She slipped a pair of pink satin panties from under a cushion and pausing momentarily to wrap her hand in them, she then returned her fingers to his pipe and matched the delving speed of her mother. A whimper of desire from the target of their machinations produced looks of approval towards the younger from the two older women causing the last to beam with pride. The girl looked like she was relishing the opportunity to find out just how far down the rabbit hole she could push him.

Even as horny as she was the younger Alejo couldn’t unstick the grin from her face. Here she was off-island in a luxury hotel getting drilled up the ass by a futamute she knew her friends idolized while she watched herself subjugate a man with her mother for the very first time. She could hardly wait to tell Melody. She had learned so much in the past couple of days and she had so much fun doing so. The 14 year old had overheard the doctor talk about her transfer onto the staff at the daycare center from the school. She probably got to do something like this every day. After she had milked Rachelle Berenger on her class’s Caring for Baby Day, the possibility of apprenticing at Rattles had crossed her mind. Now though, now she was sure. It was definitely going on her list, probably the clinic too. It would be an uphill battle. All the girls that worked there had big boobs, bigger than hers. But her mother had big ones, maybe hers would grow some in the next year.

The Gerhardt woman was enjoying the fucking she was giving the lawyer’s only child. She had a nice spunky ass this one, her cock was nice and thick for one fresh from the tank too. She could feel it starting to throb in her hand. Her own member was starting to twitch in the girl’s anal canal as well. It wouldn’t be long for either of them now. She glanced over at the other pair on the couch. Kajsa was riding the Alvera’s meaty monster for all she was worth. Following the initial lustful instinct, there was a bit of trepidation, but once the Amazonian Latina had worked her girthy length into the raven haired executive’s rosebud until her balls kissed skin and started slowly sawing in and out of her brown bloom, the latter had eventually drained away. Now as the Malmo native robustly bounced up and down on the thick fleshy pole, the redhead wasn’t sure what held her attention more, her father getting sissified on screen or the beefy beast plundering her from behind.

The Spanish futamute noticed the turquoise eyes upon her and raised her eyebrows with a smile. The girl was hooked on her great big cock and she knew it. “Some of us were just lucky that way,” she thought privately dipping her fingers into leaking pussy. “Not that Vanessa’s was by any means small. No, Kajsa here would have fun with her as well no doubt.” She gazed at her daughter humping up and down with equal vigour on the member of the TV personality. “That must be a dream come true for her little Abby, being taken by everyone’s favourite porn star.” She studied her face momentarily. Her little one was starting to build, the 38 year old could see it. Her lips curled up a bit more, she had an idea.

Slowly she turned and leaned back until she felt the arm of the sofa under her head, then bringing her legs up around the Swedish woman’s she forced her limbs apart. A knowing nod from the 27 year old conveyed comprehension. With equal care she turned her body and that of the freshman towards the now horizontal couple thrusting beside them. Abigail wrapped her legs back around the redhead’s hips not wanting to lose contact even as the latter moved forward bringing the student’s slippery tool closer and closer to the juicing quim opposite. “Her little one was about have another new experience,” the Amazonian mused watching the 14 year old’s face flash with a mixture of excitement and angst as her crown brushed up against the slick lips below. Then, with a generous thrust from behind, her little stick pushed all the way in. Abigail Alvera eyes widened and lips formed a round of realization as she fucked her first pussy.

Her tool furrowed the sloppy slit, her hips ricocheting between two bodies of Kajsa and Vanessa while her mother’s third provided even more momentum to the first, her sawing beast massaging her smaller one through but a thin membrane of skin. Sweaty skin slid on sweaty skin as the four moved in mutual lust, each pursuing their own private euphoria, each willing the rest to their own carnal bliss. What was happening on the big screen, what was happening elsewhere in the room, had ceased to exist in the world of impending ecstasy the four of them were building. In and out, up and down, back and forth, in and out, back and forth, up and down. Abigail tilted her head up and excitedly kissed the Swede with open eyes holding her green gaze as she repeatedly pillaged her pussy.

The youngest felt the thrusting slowly pick up speed and her own whimper was answered in kind by the other being sandwiched with her by the two larger futamutes. In and out, back and forth, up and down, faster, faster, in and out, back and forth, up and down, faster, faster, in and out, faster, faster, throbbing, tingling, throbbing, tingling, faster, faster. Her whimper grew into a moan then finally a muffled shriek as her stubby stock began filling the gushing gash with her cum. Pistoning wildly through her creamy eruption, her motion dictated by the desire of the redhead behind her, each of her own lustful pulses caused her anal canal to shudder around the pipe ploughing her rosebud. And then suddenly a groan in her ear and the freshman felt the carnal flood of the screen idol. A familiar grunt and a snapping of hips propelled the black haired woman upwards and heralded the release of her mother’s love lava.

Even as the girl emptied herself of her goo, she could feel the surging of her parent’s seed causing her to tingle even more. The four of them moved as one, a rolling amoeba of bliss, thrusting, cumming, each clambering ever higher to find the peak of their pleasure. None of them noticed Nils Ekblad on screen slowly being sissified by the panty clad hand of a girl and the probing fingers of her mother as he arched desperately, ropes of his cream shooting upwards only to splatter on his skin again and again.

“So, why isn’t Baby Bekky cumming yet?” Melissa wondered aloud as Gwyneth D One slid into position, her body slackening as she began to feed the 31 year old a second helping of waste.

“I dunno, she’s wearing a Cum Collar,” Madison pointed out quizzically. “Shouldn’t she be cumming now Miss Wainwright?”

“Well, as I understand it the collar has been de-activated for now,” the busty brunette informed the two 14 year olds as she pulled Damara towards her, allowing her hard 12 inch cock to press up into the girl’s cleavage.

“Why?” the young blonde pressed sliding in behind the redhead and gently pushing her knees into the back of her classmate’s.

“Remember when I said that the Infantilizer would make Baby Bekky into a better little girl for you?” Helena Vasilakis cut in overhearing the query. “Well, in order to do that, we needed to turn off the collar.”

“Really?” the youngest Hartley exclaimed with a tinge of disappointment as she slowly guided the futamute in front of her to the ground. “I wanted to see Baby Bekky cum.”

“Me too,” Melissa agreed sheltering under the jeweller’s arm as she looked at her bound aunt wistfully.

“Oh, you will girls, you will,” the golden haired Greek promised. “She’ll cum like she never has before. You’ll just have to wait a bit for it. But it will be worth it Sweetie, it will.”

“Well, in the meantime,” the domineering 14 year old commented shifting her attention to the jeweller’s daughter who was now face to face with the Wainwright woman’s massive meat,” I think Damara here wants to suck a nice big cock, don’t you baby?”

Smiles were shared all around as the wide eyed redhead’s skull was gripped by the physical therapist and slowly forced onto the bulbous head of her beast. Melissa quickly dropped to her knees beside her to whisper encouragement. “That’s right Sweetie, open wide for Miss Wainwright’s big juicy cock, wide as you can. Bit more, bit more now, there we go,” she praised as the beige skinned redhead managed to work her lips around the glistening mushroom. “Relax now Damara, relax your jaw and let Miss Wainwright do all the work. Let her use your lovely throat as her private cum dump. That’s right, just like that baby, just like that,” she encouraged once more as another inch was pushed in.

Maw stretched beyond normalcy, Damara felt the persistent pressure on the back of her head gradually increase as little by little, the tall futamute with the tweed brown hair used her mammoth love maul to force her throat open. The slow, steady furrowing cadence impelled her oral obedience. Three, four, five inches of thick flesh now slide across her tongue. At some point she realized that her mother had slid in behind her, her blonde friend making way for her parent by flanking her opposite Melissa. The insertion of a tool all too familiar into her ass followed and then a hand she knew only too well started pumping her own member but neither length of flesh could begin to compare with the gigantic pipe of lust in her mouth. Six, seven inches now, In and out, in and out, in and out, deeper, deeper, in and out, in and out, relentlessly, mercilessly, pushing past her gag reflex. Eight, nine, ten inches. In and out, in and out, in and out, deeper, deeper, eleven, in and out, in and out, her chin brushed up against the sway of the woman’s big swinging balls, in and out, in and out, then finally twelve.

Her skull was pulled tight against the body of the Amazon imposing her will upon her. She smiled maliciously as she looked down, her blue eyes drilling into the imploring turquoise ones framed by red hair below. She was granted a momentary reprieve, a spasm of nerves trembling through her body as familiarity was forced upon her. As she drowned in the gaze of her superior she was vaguely aware of the liberties her classmates were taking with the rest of her body. She felt a nibbling on her ear and then.

“Time to be a good girl Damara,” Melissa whispered.

“Yes, yes, time to be a very, very, good girl,” Madison repeated quietly.

“Yes, dear, time to be a very, very, good girl for Mommy,” Helena commanded in an equal tenor.

The grip tightened on her skull and the furrowing began anew. This time however there was more purpose behind it. What nurturing empathy there had been before had disappeared. Now it was only about the gratification of buxom brunette and her monster cock. Whatever control she may have had over her fate melted away then. The Vasilakis girl came to the sudden understanding that her current existence revolved around serving the futamute using her as a fuck toy. And so she did. In and out, in and out, in and out, faster, faster, in and out, in and out, faster, faster in and out in and out. The sloppy, slippery, slapping noises of colossal pleasure pipe pistoning in her oral orifice were all she heard now.

Her body went limp and she became a thing. Over and over, faster and faster, over and over, faster, faster, the intensity of the intruder’s invasion increased, her world became a blur. A throbbing, a twitching, and then an abrupt cascading of cream. Reflexively, gulping and gulping, it was all she could do to stay ahead of the cum flood. Her skull was made to dance on the end of the trunk of lust as she tried to keep up with the flow of the carnal fire hose. Kisses landed like butterflies on her cheeks, her ass was filled with goo and then a buzzing, a tingling, and the geyser of her own bliss erupted even as she swallowed and swallowed again.

“That’s my good girl Sweetie,” she heard her mother coo. “That’s my good, good girl.”

The two basketball coaches sat at a window booth of a café in downtown Viborg sipping on their beverages as the rain came down

“That game against Randers wasn’t really close,” Ingrid Ragnarsson reflected dipping her biscotti in her cocoa, absently peering at the selection of music on the mini-jukebox mounted on the wall.

“Are they ever?” Lilith Montrose returned sipping her tea, the slight French accent that was prevalent in her family evident in her speech. “Once Anna started going strong to the hoop they had to collapse on her. And when that happened it opened up the perimeter.”

“Nina really went to town on them didn’t she?” the blonde noted.

“31 points, six dimes” her partner recited. “Even Apollonia had 16 and three.”

“She’s coming along nicely,” the research scientist pointed out. “We should play her a bit more.”

“Perhaps, something to think about anyway,” the dark skinned futamute mused, peering out onto the street. “So, nice place and all, but why are we here again? You mentioned something about recruiting? Who exactly are we pitching?”

“Her,” the Norwegian divulged, nodding towards a figure in a long jacket shaking out an umbrella in the doorway of the diner. The blonde smiled, caught the eye of the new arrival, and waved her over.

Taller than either of the two coaches the new arrival made her way to the table as she unbuttoned her coat. By the time she had crossed the floor it was plain that a curvy body lay hidden beneath her outer garment.

“Lilith Montrose, I’d like you to meet the current Head Coach of the Randers women’s basketball team, Gitte Vesterberg,” Ingrid revealed standing and trading cheek kisses with the redhead. “Gitte, this is Lilith Montrose, the new Head Coach of our side.”

“Right, I noticed her on the sidelines yesterday,” the green eyed futamute responded. “You have two daughters on the team? I saw a pair of Vesterbergs on the roster.”

“Jørdis and Asta? Yes, they’re mine. Sophomore and freshman respectively,” she acknowledged with a smile of pride before pivoting. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to Coach Grönlund?”

“Brigitta? Nothing really,” the Ragnarsson woman answered. “The school decided to update the electronics textbook this year and that’s all her right?”

“Will she be back?” the Dane asked hanging up her coat, trading busses with her new counterpart, and sliding into the booth.

“Depends if we can keep winning games now doesn’t it?” Lilith joked signaling to a waitress.

“Point taken,” the woman with the long mahogany hair agreed, wiping off her glasses before placing them over her violet eyes, the chain attached to their stems slackening once more around her neck. “No coach ever got fired for winning.”

“How are you doing?” the Assistant Coach asked, a question that piqued the interest of the third.

“Well, Victor is proving to be quite stubborn,” the freckled woman admitted. “I mean our marriage has been over for a few years now, really ever since I visited your wonderful island.”

“Wait ... you’re-” Lilith pondered aloud.

The conversation paused momentarily as the waitress brought another round of hot beverages to the table, including a cinnamon coffee for the Randers native. Once alone, Gitte reach out with a hand to the dark skinned woman. “Yes I am. I have been for the past eight years.”

“But how?” the black haired coach pressed.

“Let’s just say I know my way around the sorority house in Aarhus,” she smiled. “I’m just careful to keep a low profile when I’m there.”

“Do your girls know?” the 33 year old grilled, now curious.

“Jørdis loves Mommy’s big cock,” the redhead revealed. “Asta just found out what I have between my legs on her birthday in May, but she’s already hooked.”

“You know, I was going to suggest a way out, but it sounds like you’re halfway there already,” Ingrid proposed.

“Move to Libereco?” the Vesterberg woman surmised. “It had crossed my mind. I think the girls would at least be agreeable to a visit. They both want cocks of their own now. They both want to fuck Mommy’s ass. Other girl’s asses too.”

“What about the rest?” the Norwegian considered watching the other’s reaction.

“Every year you train dozens of young futamutes to be obedient toilets,” the shapely basketball instructor shrugged. “I imagine every one of your team gets fed willingly on a regular basis. Why should my girls be any different?”

“Just how big is your big cock?” the other coach asked.

“Did you want to take a look and see for yourself?” Gitte volleyed.

Lilith smiled, chewed her lip, and then slid beneath the floor length table cloth. The Danish futamute lifted her hips slightly so her panties could be lowered. Seconds later a pair of lips found the mushroom and began slowly engulfing her thick 10 inches.

“I think it’s time for some music don’t you dear?” the violet eyed futamute declared quietly glancing towards the mini-juke as the two listened to the third’s moist smacking noises from below.

“How did you enjoy my Jasmine,” Adelyn Kersey asked her older companion as the pair watched the young blonde being replaced atop the diapered hostess by an unsteady Damara Vasilakis. Rounded in the midsection, like all of the other freshmen had been prior to taking a seat on the face of the figure strapped to the changing table, smears of semen decorated the beige skin of the girl’s face.

“Like my work?” Donna Wainwright asked plopping herself down next to the couple, which caused the couch to groan in protest.

“It’s a Dali,” Kaja Engblom joked watching the one redhead sag and the esophagus of the other below begin to flex.

“Wouldn’t that be something,” the proprietor of the leather boutique surmised with amusement, “an art program critiquing the splatter patterns of facials.”

“That’s almost silly enough to run by Valeri,” the 63 year old hacker pondered with a grin.

“Almost?” the physical therapist followed. “Hell, I’ll play. Who would you have host it? Who would be your art critic?”

“Oh, the Leppanen girl for certain,” the thin dusty blonde enthused. “Love that body.”

“Isn’t she in production though?” the dark haired Swede queried peering through her glasses.

“She wants to get in front of the camera and apparently Valeri likes her potential,” Adelyn informed the other two. “We were talking on the weekend. She was in with Winda, picked up a lovely leather one piece bondage suit for the girl.”

“It was the new one with the cuffs sewn into the lower back we added to the online catalog last week. It comes with the blindfold and O-ring gag built in.” Jovita offered as she idly worked three fingers in and out of a now thinner Stacey C One’s recently emptied ass. “Her Mom dropped her off at the party in it. She was a great fuck, all the girls had fun.”

“Good to know,” the Wainwright woman nodded towards the 16 year old, reaching out for the surrogate on lying across her lap. “Maybe one day, she’ll be in front of the camera too.”

“Do you think she’ll go the way of Vanessa Gerhardt? Ella Leppanen I mean,” the Barbosa girl followed up.

“Combination porn star and video presenter?” the clothier outlined casually watching the Vasilakis girl adjust her position so she could piss down the throat of Baby Bekky. “Wouldn’t surprise me if she did. The few times I’ve seen her on screen in the Red Fem films she has been fantastic. The two of them together always fog up Emberlyn’s glasses.”

“Who would be your art experts?” the tallest pressed with a grin not wanting to give up the idea.

“Oh, Eleanor McCarthy for certain would have to be one,” the ponytailed blonde insisted.

“Miss McCarthy?” the junior enthused obviously supportive of the choice. “Yes, that would be so rad. We should have one more though.”

“You’d have three, would you?” the Swedish futamute queried.

“Well, yeah,” the curvy 16 year old returned. “Three is always better than two.”

“And who would you pick then?” the masseuse questioned as the Greek jeweller’s daughter was replaced by Melissa Hearn.

“My Mom,” Jovita declared with a giggle of satisfaction. “She has her masters in Philosophy and Art History ... and a big cock,” she boasted before blurting out the last which brought forth a wave of laughter from the other three.

“Well, I’ve never said that size didn’t matter,” the Amazon chuckled, her trunk beginning to stiffen once more.

“No, no, I guess you wouldn’t have” the Kersey woman agreed flashing her teeth.

“Our baby girl is starting to fill right up it looks like,” Kaja noted pulling the others back to matters at hand and nodding towards the bulging belly on the changing table. Wonderfully rounded now and still gradually growing, the redhead’s nine inches mashed against the fleshy wall with each thrust, dotting her skin with fluid.

Donna had turned the 14 year old to face her and pushed her face onto one of her breasts while looking over her shoulder. As the Asian featured futamute began to suckle she positioned her rosebud over her re-hardened python while the junior next to her squirted a generous coating of Tunnel of Love on the nexus of their forthcoming lust. “Who else is left now?”

“I’m pretty sure there’s only one more,” Adelyn informed the larger nodding towards Madison Hartley who stood next to her friend as the latter’s filth caused her aunt’s stomach to stretch even more. “Or not,” she then added raising her eyebrows at the figure who had just appeared in the doorway.

Stacey C One whimpered when she felt the first pressure of the massive mushroom pressing into her sphincter from below. When the fudge from her overloaded belly had slid downwards and into the mouth of the diapered woman, the lips that kissed up against her rim had caused her to thrill again and again. But now this new fleshy leviathan emerging from the depths threatened to split her in half. More gel was poured on her five inch tool and the hand of the dark, curly haired woman beside her reached in to grip her five inch pipe. A moan escaped her lips as she started flexing up and down involuntarily and she understood that someone in the room had ramped up her little machine. And with each lowering of her hips Miss Wainwright’s hands upon them pushed her down more and more.

The physical therapist gripped the green eyed surrogate firmly stretching her rosebud as she increasing the descent of her humping bit by bit, the constant mewling that escaped the freshman’s nursing mouth causing a smiled to form on her lips as she peered over her shoulder at the table. The head of her beast was over halfway in now but she continued applying weight to her hips until with a final prodding the rim of her crown pushed past the petals of the 14 year old’s assflower. Their tweed brown hair intermingled and the gym staffer fluttered comforting kisses upon the other and murmured quietly, “And now we began Baby, now we begin.”

When Keighley Dauber let herself be convinced to make the road trip to Viborg with the three girls from the island she was charged with supervising, she had not anticipated they would spend the free time the coaches they had given them in the change room of a secluded clothing boutique on a side street of a side street you probably couldn’t even drive on. And yet here she was, crowded into a small cubicle best suited for two with Anna, Lotte, and Nandi. Each of them were in various stages of undress, the sorority sister most of all. Backed up against the back wall booth the thin brunette who wore her hair in a loose braid felt herself being gradually pushed lower and lower by the jostling of the bodies as the others giggled and removed garments, hers and their own.

“This one here you can’t wear with a bra,” Anna E Four pointed out as she reached behind her and freed her breasts, “there’s nowhere to hide it. Nandi, get Keighley’s belt. She can’t try on this summer dress if she is wearing pants and there is not going to be another opportunity for her to get it.” The green eyed girl felt a pair of hands at her waist as the dark skinned freshman smiled timidly at her. Moments later her jeans were being pushed down her legs and she was prodded to step out of them even as she was still being pinned. Naked now, there was more downward pressure and she felt her knees buckle. Two of them were pressed against her, ostensibly trying out clothes of their own. Somehow each time they did however, the Fine Arts major felt herself getting closer to the floor.

“I knew as soon as I saw the Cum Collar I knew things would go this way,” she overheard the one named Lotte comment offhandedly as her nose was pushed into the small of the redhead’s back. It was true, while many of the upper classmen had their collars removed by Mother Sapphirios, she was not among them. She wasn’t sure why. Whenever she had approached her about it, she had usually ended up on her back methodically munching down the sludgy filth the Greek futamute would provide either naturally or from containers while the woman pumped rope after rope of her creamy cum into the air. And her questions and concerns would gradually melt away in the rising tide of her bliss.

“You haven’t reached your potential yet dear,” she would always say. “And that’s why you go to university isn’t it?”

The 21 year old’s knees struck the ground, her heels pressed into her butt cheeks. And then suddenly with a jerk and a push, Lotte’s big ass revealed itself when the girl pulled up the hem of her mini and her face was forced upwards. Her world darkened, most of the light in the tiny room was blocked out by the taller girl’s and there was only an inch or two between the one sitting on her face and the wall. Keighley felt the basketball player rock back and forth, gradually forcing her deeper into her dark wedge, gradually forcing her lips apart. The same hands that had removed her jeans now found her cock and jacked it as it hardened on its own accord.

It’s not like she had never knelt behind another before, no that was something that happened regularly back in Aarhus, especially with the fact that she still wore a collar. Still she had hoped that this supervisory assignment she had been given by the Den Mother had bought her a week long reprieve from her classmates. All it seemed to have done though is deliver her into the hands of an even younger coterie of dominant futamutes who started taking advantage of her the first night they slept in the same bed. In a way, she probably should have expected this. Her mouth stretched as wide as it could be, her hands drifted upwards reflexively to caress the skin that was caressing her own and as the shit from above started to slide down her throat she felt the churning of her seed come to its head.

“How are you doing in there?” the voice called from the other side of the door as the three basketball players shared a grin, all recognizing the voice of the only other one in the store, a chatty 26 year old originally from the rural north Netherlands. “I thought you might like to try a couple of these others on. They are also on sale and they are along the same lines as the one you took in there for your friend.” Lotte, looked down at the cum erupting in thick surges from the brunette’s length, beckoned forth by the dark hand of Nandi Yeboah, and enthusiastically mouthed her approval to the Captain of the team.