Chapter 38: Sisters... And Others (Part Six)

Orla chewed her lip, hardening a bit more each time she was bumped into in the tight confines of the changing room. With the four of them, there was hardly room to move. “So,” she began, looking at her cousin, “what should I do?” The brown eyed girl found herself seeking Taegan’s advice more and more as of late. Both her mother and her aunt often suggested that she ask the taller girl her opinion when they were together as a family as she had a question. Ever since that first day she was fed by her as Aunt Callie milked the cum from her balls, a different dynamic had started to form between them. And the more time passed, the more defined it became. Now she found herself doing it even when they weren’t around. Even though she was far less outgoing than the other O’Donnell girl, when she decided they should join the cheerleading squad in October, somehow the suggestion seemed to be the right one for her.

“Well, both want to try on their lingerie, the copper blonde pointed out as the twins shed their clothes. “Why don’t we start with Saara?”

“Sure,” the tweed brown haired futamute grinned and let herself be guided in front of the shortest of the four first years and turned away from her by the taller O’Donnell girl. The teacher’s daughters were identical but for the colour of their hair with Salla’s being copper red.

“You haven’t decided for certain you want these yet have you?” Taegen asked the other.

“Well, we want to see what they look like first,” Salla replied.

“OK, if that is the case,” the blue eyed half-Irish girl remarked gently pushing down on her cousin’s shoulders. “We need to make sure that neither of them leave any marks on the panties.” She lowered herself to her knees bring the other girl with her. “The first thing that Tika told me the last time is that the apprentice should check to see how clean the customer is. So you are going to need to take a good look to make sure.” She met Orla’s eyes and saw that she was unsure and then nodded towards the cheeks of the ass in front of her.

The golden blonde turned back to the brown haired twin and found that she was now staring deep into a browned crevice and a winking rosebud as the former had pulled her cheeks apart. Once more she chewed her bottom lip.

“Oh, that looks really dirty Orla,” she observed surreptitiously flashing her eyes at the redhead, silently beckoning her to pass the nearby bottle of lubricant next to her. “Saara will need to be cleaned pretty thoroughly before we can let her try anything on. We don’t have any toilet tissue here so I think you’re going to need to use your tongue like you do with me.”

“Taegan,” she whined, revealing their hidden relationship once more. It was bad enough that the Richardson’s found out that day at the theatre. But now she felt somewhat betrayed by her cousin for letting the twins in on their secret. She was trying her best to keep up with the others in her class at school socially. Being only 5’2” put her at the near the bottom in terms of height when compared with other girls her age so she was already at a disadvantage. And she was rather withdrawn around others. It was usually the girl kneeling beside her that spoke for the two of them.

Sure, she’d come to the understanding that her mouth would be used at school by older students and teachers at their leisure. It was the plight of all first years at LPI. And everyone would at some point fall victim to the randomness of a Day of Servitude. Those weren’t seen as a reflection of one’s status among their peers but as a bonding ritual. There was no loss of respect when one was laid on their back for the gratification of their classmates at school. And what started out as something to be endured often became something that was in the end enjoyed. So far she had been lucky in that regard. She’d taken part in three but as of yet had not been subject to one herself. This, however, was different. As private as the change room was, the twins were in the same grade she was and they weren’t at school. It was if some sort of permission had been granted by one to the others.

“I’m sure Saara and Salla won’t tell anyone and we’re the only ones here,” she soothed as the two Haataja’s both shook their heads in support. “Go on then, she’s waiting,” she then urged softly giving the back of her skull a gentle push.

Eyebrows curved with worry, the brown eyed 14 year old licked her lips and reluctantly began lapping up the brown detritus coating the skin of the girl in front of her.

“That’s right Sweetie, make her nice and clean,” her cousin cooed, her slippery grip finding her stiff wood. “Saara, do you think you can pull yourself apart a bit more and back up a bit so Orla here can get it all?”

Unable to move her head, the shy student felt her face pushed further into the pungent canyon of her classmate as she dutifully worked on her task.

“Remember, cuz, she needs to be cleaned inside too,” Taegan instructed as her hand moved up and down on the golden blonde’s cock.

The submissive futamute relaxed her hips and let her legs drift further apart as she was slowly stroked by the other. Instinctively her hands slid up the legs of the girl she was servicing holding her tight to her as her tongue slurped up all the dirty film it could find. A second body lowered itself down on her other side and oiled fingers, two then three found her own crevice and began sawing in and out of her ass. This caused her to rock to and fro within the grip of her cousin, her arousal melting her resistance little by little. Eventually there were only the fleshy petals of Saara’s rosebud left. She could taste the leakage of fecal juices on her taste buds as she swirled around the rim. She needed to taste more, she needed to. Orla pulled her face even tighter into the crevice of the other girl and hungrily plunged her pink probe through the center of the flower.

Saara sighed and flashed a serene look of pleasure at Taegan as she felt her brown bloom orally invaded. Whatever empathy she might have had for the short golden blonde beneath her drained from her then and, letting her body slacken she pushed back onto the tongue that was drilling up into her more. The skull below bent with her motion so she continued the pressure, not wanting the lovely swabbing of her anal canal to end, until she found herself sitting in the upturned face of her classmate. Deeper and deeper she was penetrated. She shared a snicker with her twin and the other O’Connell. She was probably quite clean by now but Orla seemed quite dedicated to making sure she was and she was enjoying herself so much she certainly wasn’t going to put an end to it.

“Keep going girl, keep going,” the brown haired Haataja murmured giving herself over to the pleasure of the sensual enema she was receiving. Moments later a barely perceptible gaseous expulsion painted her crevice with a mist of brown, heralding an impending change.

“Keep cleaning Sweetie, make sure you get it all,” the copper blonde urged, hearing the emission, as she and the other twin slowly increased the pace of their tease. She grinned when her partner in crime mouthed “I’m next.” Everything was falling into place. She had already turned her cousin into her personal toilet slave. Now she was going use her submissive nature to slowly introduce her taste buds to the different flavours of fecal fudge of her classmates starting with the Haataja twins. Her mother’s niece was going to make her a very popular girl. She caught the eye of Saara and gave her a nod.

The other student sighed once more, tilted her head back, and sunk further as she felt her shit start it’s journey downwards.

“Open up Baby, Saara has a special treat for you,” Taegan cooed. “You’ve done so well, she wants to give you a prize. Open up now Sweetie, open up. Let Saara fill up your tummy.”

Orla’s tongue was abruptly forced backwards and flat against the bottom of her palette as her mouth was filled with shit from her classmate. Somehow she knew where this would all lead, she knew it the moment she had been guided to her knees. But all the trepidation she had felt then, the sense of betrayal that had flashed hot within her, it had all vanished now. Now there was only hunger. No more was there any resentment towards her cousin, only gratitude. Her hips bucked again and again as her carnal climb speed forth and she swallowed vigourously. Taegen was right. Taegen was always right. She needed to put her trust in her more. She never steered her wrong, not in the end. She always know what was good for her even if she didn’t see it at first.

“That’s right Baby keep eating, keep eating Saara’s lovely shit and cum for me,” she urged. “Spurt your cream Baby, give me nice big spurts of your spunk. Cum for me Sweetie, cum!”

The curly haired golden blonde welcomed the soft dictates whispered to her and allowed her ecstasy to crash in on her consciousness. She humped wildly in the greasy grip of her cousin as her jism boiled up from within and launched itself upwards in big glorious globs of euphoria as her throat kept flexing relentlessly. More and more fudge slithered down into her stomach fueling her orgasm even more. “Taegan was right,” she murmured inwardly. “Taegan was always right.”

“Good afternoon,” Aneira Noonan greeted when the face of Akila Reeves popped up on her screen. “To what do I owe this call? You folks over at town hall need something looked into?”

“Nothing more than you already have on your desk,” the redhead replied to the short haired futamute while adjusting her glasses. “How is that coming along by the way?”

“We’ve just finished the final paperwork on the Ekblad takeover,” the tall ash blonde informed her counterpart. “We’re bulletproof there now. Contessa should have it on her desk in the morning.”

“That’s good to know,” the Chief of Staff nodded. “I’ll let her know to expect it. What about Utrecht?”

“Our purchase of the property there has gone through,” the Welsh woman reported. “We’ve hired contractors to work on making the changes Ilka Sorenson designed. They’ll be ready to go when she gets down there Friday.”

“That will be welcome news to Sonya,” the redhead remarked. “I had coffee with her the other day. She’s inquired about adding Utrecht to the options for this year’s seniors. Apparently it is no longer a secret and the girls are talking.”

“Girls always do,” she grinned. “The place looked quite impressive in the presentation we received from the realtor down there. I like the high stone walls and the fact that it backs onto a canal accessed through the basement.”

“Ensures plenty of privacy,” the 39 year old nodded. “So, do you have any plans for tomorrow evening,” she then asked switching gears.

“Was going to have a bit of family time with Elsa Mae and Bobbi Jo,” the litigant revealed. “We were thinking of going out to dinner at The Mahogany Lounge.”

“How would you like to come over to our place instead? Pretty much everyone will be there,” the turquoise eyed staffer proposed.

“Having a bit of a do?” the other queried.

“Just a bit of one,” the Reeves woman smirked.

“Sounds like a plan. Let me ask the others what they think and get back to you,” the taller nodded accepting a file from Ebony Crandall.

“Looks like you just got work,” the 39 year old surrogate noted. “I’ll leave you to it. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

“With any luck, we’ll be there with bells on,” the other returned before cutting the connection.

First it had been the botanist Hertina Zimmerman who had used her as a toilet. Schuyler DeBoer had been next, taking the headset from the freckled brunette before lowering herself onto her parted lips. The petite redhead did not have the wide ass of her predecessor, but her shit once more brought her seed to boil. Again and again and again she spurted as she wantonly devoured all that was fed to her. And once she had quenched her thirst in the aftermath of her carnal eruption, she stood and the luscious cheeks of Emberlyn Kersey found purchase upon her face. Like the second, she had also been in the truck that picked her up that morning. Both had driven her to ecstasy on the way to work, one with a hand on her cock the other using her fingers to plunge in and out of her rosebud.

And now she willingly wallowed in depravity, dining on the slimy dirt of each while the plant called Bella harvested her joyous expulsions and steadily fucked her anally. Again and again, the stem massaged her newly formed prostate, urging her desire ever higher as the sludge from above slithered down her gullet. As she swallowed her fourth fecal feast since the giant shrub had taken her captive could feel herself getting fuller and fuller. It was an athletic braided blonde girl named Georgina that was filling her cheeks with filth now, the first of the students to do so. The other voices she was hearing in the background told her that there was more yet to come. There was a subtle floral teasing of the orifice she now used for urination, a tickling beckon forth her gold. The sentient plant had given her so much, who was she to refuse her. With an inner sigh she relaxed her bladder and let her piss flow from her, offering it up as she was the rest of her bodily fluids.

“She’s pissing now,” exclaimed Georgina Hartley with a grin towards the younger girl, each with an arm around the other, even as she sat on the upturned face of the new staffer.

“More room for me,” shot back Evi DeBoer, the Dutch futamute’s younger sister. Though they had both come from the eggs of Tessa DeBoer, she was not a native of the Netherland’s like the first but tank bred on the island, her Seed Mother being Theresa Markwell. As such her red hair was slightly lighter, and at 15 years old, her curves already more defined, her cock longer and thicker. She casually guided the head of her niece Piper Markwell up and down on her cock, leaning on the taller senior, her arm encircling her waist to help keep her balance. Even though the girl on her knees in front of her was the same age, she was technically her aunt as the mother of the blonde with the braided rat tails was her sister by breeding even though the last was over 20 years older than she was.

“Am I too late?” blurted Chandler B Three as she closed the inner door of the chamber behind her. “I got here as fast as I could. Missed the first bus, had to get the second.”

“No no, you’re just fine,” Ophélie Langevin replied drawing the other into an embrace and sharing a deep kiss. The French Canadian and the surrogate junior were the same height and roughly the same build, but beyond that they were a study in contrasts. The older had blue eyes and younger green. The first had a dirty blonde flip back bob while the latter sported long luxurious chestnut brown dreads with beads and a touch of lightness in the ends. Finally 52 year old’s complexion was a good deal lighter than the student’s latte skin tone.

“That’s good,” the 16 year old murmured around the other’s lips as she let the older futamute undress her before turning her around and embracing her back to front. She felt the lubricating oils squirt into her crevice, and then a hardened cock push up into her ass as one of the hands that had encircled her found her own stiffened wood. “Mmmmmm, yes, yes, that’s good, that’s really good,” she sighed as the pair fell into a mutually arousing rhythm of fucking and pumping while watching Bella claim another for her own.