Chapter 44: Sisters ... And Others (Part 12)

Restrained to the bed she lay in, Asta Vesterburg continued slurping at the breast of the tall girl she had come to know as Mommy Athena. It just seemed like the right thing to do, Mommy Athena had told it so and that was good enough for her. Another girl, a little shorter than she with luxurious long beige dreadlocks and a darker complexion, slid her slippery fingers up and down on her new cock as she rocked her hips in time to the stroke. It all felt so good, so, so good. When her mother had first shown her the massive meat that hung between her legs on the night of her 14^th birthday, when she had fucked her ass with it for the first time, she knew she wanted one. And now she did.

She relaxed her legs, letting her knees spread as they could, and let the peach skinned hand guide her carnal climb. She knew she would come soon, she just knew. The three of them, her mother, her sister Jørdis, and herself had slept together over the summer enough for her to recognize the tell-a-tale signs of impending orgasm. The blonde basketball player cradled her groggy head and cooed lovingly, encouraging her compliance and she had no desire to resist. It felt so good, so, so good.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see her sibling in much the same state, suckling from the other older student’s generous teat as another jacked her newly grown member as well. Both had dark brown hair those the second’s verged on black. The first, had hers done up in a motherly bun, the other’s long waves hung loose around her shoulders. Jørdis seemed to be in much the same state she was. The dildo rhythmically penetrating her ass was not quite as large as her mother’s cock, but somehow it was thrilling her even more each time it plunged in. Her mind luxuriated in the pool of euphoria it was coddled in. There was only Mommy Athena, her lovely breasts, the girl called Tammy, her slickened grip, and the length sawing in and out of her pliant rosebud. It felt so good, so, so good.

Anya Basov leaned back against the tits of Kioni Gatimu as the Kenyan methodically pistoned her chocolate cock in and out of her brown bloom. The left hand of the African held her steady on her lap as they watched the two treatment beds. With the other, she wrapped the long dark fingers around her paler tool, jacking her in time to her thrusts. The taller woman’s black box braids melded with her honey brown mane as the witnessed the subjugation of the two Danish girls. She didn’t often get the opportunity to see something like this as all the residents at the sorority were older. Most already had gone through what these two were about to when they were young like these two were now. Each of the pair glanced at the others, then Anna and Athena glanced back over their shoulders towards the chair they sat in. They were nearly finished. Soon they could begin.

A buzz sounded on the doctor’s cellphone.

“Vivian Vesterburg is awake,” she murmured continuing to hold the smaller woman a prisoner of her slowly building arousal.

Bagheera Shastri pulled up the hem of her black mini up over her hips and the slid her hands downwards to part her fecal canyon a bit more as she settled further down onto the face of her younger sister. There were larger sets of hips in town, but at 37 inches, hers were by no means undersized. She could feel Indira’s moist tongue impatiently probing at her rosebud, stabbing at it’s center, licking around it’s edges. She was indeed hungry for her shit. Her gusto was one of the things she loved about her. Always hesitant initially, she needed to be lead to the place she secretly longed to be. It had always been that way with her going all the way back to their first days as futamutes. But once she had arrived at her decadent destination, an inner switch was flipped and a change came over her.

The black haired Indian native had been teasing the short chocolate brown haired one for over an hour before, relieving her of her own dress. She had been encouraging Indira to add minis with front zippers for the last couple of months to her wardrobe as part of a longer range plan and was happy to see her take to them as she did. The garment now on the floor, she subtly shifted her to the pull out treated leather sofa she had arranged to have delivered after that first night a couple months ago. She had lovingly laid her down and while maintaining her sweaty, slithering seduction had secured her to the surface. Next had come the Slutofier Belt, another distant memory that the 59 year old had recently added to what was becoming a irregular ritual. She had long ago used her phone to fold the blinds closed, lock the door, and then told Caroline to hold her calls, at least for the next while. They were alone now. They had the world to themselves, just the two of them and their imaginations.

She knew what was on Indira’s mind at the moment. The entire time they looked down onto the floor from the office window, she had been focused on one person and one person alone, Nooni Zare. And through it all, she had gently jacked her, nuzzled her face with her own, and fed her fantasies with whispers. The 57 year old’s wistful gaze and nervous lip chewing told her older sibling that she had indeed found her mark. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it already, but this subconscious confirmation was nonetheless welcome.

She watched her the younger Shastri rhythmically hump her thick tool upwards through the greasy surround of the collar as the eight inch dildo attached to the belt mount sawed in and out of her ass and typed a pair of messages into her phone, pausing to press one last button that caused an almost inaudible click across the room before setting it down beside her. Grabbing the lubricant next to her, she slicked up her hand. Bagheera then gripped the throbbing tool in front of her once more and resumed her steady stroke, feeling the tongue below eagerly clean her innermost cavern. Relaxing her hips, she let her ass flower bloom, pushing the lips that framed it apart. She sighed then, and pushed out the beginnings of her first thick log of sludge. She smiled when she saw the gulp of the scientist’s throat and the throbbing thickness she held spasmed forth it’s first thick spurt of cream onto the naked breasts before her.

Indira Shastri bathed her sister’s asshole with her spit, it was so soothing when she had her face buried deep in her fragrant crevice. It had been a long, forgotten memory only months ago. It was something she hadn’t done in years, but it was where she had retreated to when she was troubled as a girl. The engineer had thought she had outgrown it, left it behind. These last few months in development had been frustrating ones however. She’d been a wreck with stress. It had been Baggy that had suggested it when the September trials had resulted in failure once more. Granted, they were still working on getting the pump technology to work, but at least she had an outlet now. And right now she needed one. Probing and poking the fleshy petals, as she swabbed the inner walls of her sibling’s anal canal, she couldn’t get her earlier whispers out of her mind.

“Just look at her Diri, what a beauty!” she murmured as she jacked her. “Nooni has such wonderful curves, doesn’t she. Nice full boobs, not too big but not too small either, just perfect. And her ass Baby, her ass! Nice and round, it looks as big as mine, and she’s only 26. Can you imagine what she will be like when she is 30? I’ll bet she is as deep between those cheeks as I am. I’m sure she is.” Her mind had succumbed to a haze of hunger as Baggy had played with her body and her mind. There was no resistance when she was laid down and restrained atop her desk. She was growing more comfortable with wearing a Slutofier Belt once more as well. It had become a part of their filthy trysts as of late. “Such a lovely ass she has,” she had quietly pressed before kissing her like she always did before using her.

The tip of her tongue felt the pressure of her sister’s descending mud and was pushed back. Her sloppy rosebud expanded and forced her lips apart with it. A thick, slimy feast invaded her mouth and oozed across her taste buds as the hand of her sister glided up and down on her throbbing pipe. She swallowed and her orgasm exploded upon her. The steady spooling of shit from Baggy’s ass down her throat fueled her glory and she thrust her load upwards in lust. Once more she found herself in her haze. “Such a lovely ass she has, such a lovely ass.”