Chapter 47: Sisters ... And Others (Part 15)

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The sequined indigo contour mini and matching collar that Darcia Madeira now wore was a replica of the one she had on for her Christening Day. It didn’t completely hide her belly bulge but it did make it look prettier. Her mother had taken her shopping the week before and they had picked it out together. Like all of the clothes the first year’s wore on that day it had gotten completely ruined but that was part of the charm of the occasion she had been told afterwards. She had no idea what was about to happen to her when she went to school that day. All she knew was her chastity belt was finally coming off and she could touch her cock for the first time.

But then they had strapped her down and her family had teased her and toyed with her relentlessly, eventually feeding her one by one and using the sludge she pushed out to coat her body in mud thereby destroying her lovely dress. At first she had been sad about it. But after she had been released and washed clean by those who had taught her so much that day, they had presented her with an identical garment to her delight. Her mother had brought it with her to work and she had quickly changed at the lab before getting on the bus again with her and another researcher from the lab, Ejiri Tomoko.

The Noonan’s, Mommy Aneira, Mommy Elsa Mae, and Ivy Jean, were already on it when they boarded. It was crowded today and the first stood up so that her own parent and her could squeeze in next to the other two while the Japanese woman stood facing away from her and talked to the 55 year old lawyer. Apparently they were all invited to dinner by Akila Reeves, someone very important in the local government.

Darcia and Ivy Jean were seated between their parents on the bus. Shortly after the four of them squeezed in next to each other Darcia felt her heat begin to rise. She glanced to her left and saw her mother slipping her phone back into her purse and squirting a bit of gel onto her hands. She smiled, their amber eyes meeting as she slid a hand over to her leg and gradually worked it under the hem of her dress. The 14 year old sighed and let her legs drift apart, feeling her fingers casually begin to masturbate her five inch cock.

“Got to get my little girl ready for the party,” Gabriella murmured as her grip slid up and down and she cradled her with the other arm. Past her youngest she noticed that the brunette in the baseball cap’s legs were also splayed allowing her lawyer mom similar access. The pair shared a knowing look and continued slowly stroking their offspring.

“So apparently, things have gotten rather busy over at the clinic in the last 72 hours,” Aneira conversed as the bus turned the corner and started away from the downtown on the road that would eventually lead into the residential area of the community. “We’ve had a ton of paperwork cross out desk at the office lately.”

“Really?” the auburn brown haired scientist replied with interest.

“Well, the Aziz’s, the new family from Algeria, there were four of them that had theirs started Tuesday late,” she reported. “So did the new nurse at the clinic, Zuzanna Kladivo. Those we knew were coming a month ago.” A bend in the road caused a slight swaying of the standing passengers resulting in the tall blonde stumbling forward into her Asian counterpart which in turn pushed her back half a step as the two gripped one of the bars in the bus. “Then Lilja Ekblad showed up rather unexpected.”

“Lilja?”

“Apparently Kajsa has a kid sister,” the Welshwoman revealed. “She came looking for her. Real looker too. Body to die for, came in big as well.”

“Have they placed her yet?” the Ejiri woman queried.

“Look at greedy little you,” the other chuckled as the vehicle stopped. “Don’t you have enough going on at your place now?”

“Just asking,” the shorter of the two grinned. “Yuna is taking to sissyhood quite well actually.”

“That’s good to hear,” Aneira nodded.

“Hubby was supposed to be here by now, but it looks like it’s going to be into the new year,” the Japanese native added, “so that will be one more mouth to feed.”

“Busy house,” the litigant shrugged appreciatively before being pushed into her counterpart by a group of new arrivals. As their breasts mashed together, the Noonan woman had to abandon her handhold and grab the same one her friend held causing Tomoko to stumble back a bit further. With the new crowd pressing in around them neither futamute could really move anymore.

With all the people on the bus, it was quite crowded. Darcia couldn’t really see much at all, the backside of Mom’s friend Miss Ejiri more or less blocking her view to most everything else. She had stumbled earlier and her tight tan sweater mini had brushed her face before she recovered her balance. She was taller and curvier than her either of her parents, the one fondling her now or Mommy Desirae whose genes were responsible for her long black hair. Instinctively she had sniffed with the contact. It was a pleasant smell.

And then a bit later more had piled into the vehicle. Some had pushed past them to the back once they pulled away from the stop which had caused the older woman once more push backwards. This time however, the new passengers had forced the woman she was talking to, Ivy Jean’s grandma, into from the other side and neither could really move after that. As a result her face was pressed up against the soft fabric of the wool covering the older Asian’s ass. When she made a half hearted attempt to extricate herself from the position, the fingers of her mother’s hand spidered across the back of her skull preventing her from doing so. As the bus continued it’s journey the two standing in front of her subtly rocked to and fro with its momentum which, if anything, only increased the contact being made.

“That’s only six, Ani,” the 49 year old countered, the two of them standing nose to nose now, their cocks gently rubbing against each other.

“Well, yesterday night they had four more,” the attorney divulged. “And we had to scurry up some more paperwork there as well. In fact Elsa Mae and Erendira had to head off the one.”

“Oh, really?” the brown eyed Japan native prodded.

“Cirlilla Furlan and the two Vesterberg girls were already on the books,” the tall pixie blonde detailed. “We had them done with the others.”

“Gitte’s? She’s here now? I thought she was arriving next week.”

“She been assigned to the security service and is going to coach basketball,” the Welsh futamute spelled out. “I think they’re going to be living with one of your lab techs, Amber Holloway, if I remember from the file.”

“And Ingrid mentioned something about getting a new coach before the Breeding Panels started up,” Tomoko filled in as she felt the pressure on her behind. She momentarily peered over her shoulder and saw how close she had gotten to the Madeira girl. She met the eyes of her work colleague stroking her child’s tool with one hand while holding her head in place with the other. The two shared a smile. Her counterpart withdrew slightly after peeking over her other and firmed up her press, beginning to rock slightly more. “So who did you girls have to meet at the docks?”

“Gitte’s husband Vincent,” the litigant revealed. “He came looking for the two of them. I actually think that she planned it that way. She seemed not to be at all upset to hear about his pending arrival. If it wasn’t for her daughters already being strapped down in the clinic, I think she might have met him with us.” Others squeezed by them to get out at the next stop. The Asian took the opportunity to shuffle a bit closer to the 14 year old behind her, changing her position slightly, dragging her partner with her.

“And now? Where is he now?”

“Becoming Vivien,” Aneira smirked, her grey eyes twinkling.

“Oh,” the Ejiri woman chuckled as she moved with the rhythm of the vehicle.

When the bus pulled away from the curb Gabriella adjusted Darcia’s posture slightly so that each time her colleague rocked into her face the tip of her nose slipped closer and closer to the hem of her dress. Eventually, it found it’s way under and slowly but surely the garment began to rise on her hips. Bit by bit she watched the silk of her bronze panties creep into view until her face was sliding up and down against them and the flesh on either side. “Sniff Sweetie, sniff,” she cooed into the 14 year old’s ear as she continued jacking her. “Miss Ejiri smells so nice doesn’t she? Yes, yes she does. Do you want to lick her there Baby? Do you?” she asked glancing upwards and catching the eyes of the blonde watching over the shoulder of the other. “I think you do, don’t you?” she answered watching her daughter’s tongue peek out from between her lips and begin tracing a line on the fabric.

Aniera pressed up against the older futamute a bit firmer as Tomoko held her close with one hand and grabbed the pole with the other. Each could feel the other’s member hardening which each subtle thrust. As the vehicle rounded its route the Welsh native, let the Asian hold her close with one arm and slipped her thumbs underneath the sides of her friend’s panties, gently pushing down each time her counterpart extended backwards. Their conversion had died down and they melded together in a deep kiss as their mutual heat grew. Little by little the panties of the 49 year old slid down her hips and she could feel more and more of her crack press up against the cheeks of the young girl until she felt the moistness of her saliva.

“Lick her crack Darci, lick her deep in her crack,” Gabriella cooed as she increased the pace of her fondling while still holding her skull tight to the ass of her workmate. “Miss Ejiri is so tasty isn’t she? Keep licking Dear, get right in there, she likes it when you do and I can tell you like it too don’t you Sweetie?”

The top of the bronze silk undergarment had slid so far down it brushed up and down on her chin now. And then suddenly as the bus stopped, it fell to the floor. The raven haired girl lapped as deeply as she could, inhaling deeply through her nose, inundating herself in the sweat and stink before her, feeling the warmth of the flesh press against her own. Though her glazed eyes she saw fingers pry the soft canyon apart, exposing the exquisite brown petals of the rosebud she knew lurked within. The vehicle lurched forward once more and the ass before her abruptly pushed against her forcing her head backwards and up.

Darcia’s thrusting was more vigorous now. Her mother’s fingers felt so good on her little cock and she could feel herself starting to tingle inside. Deeper and deeper she sunk into the fleshy crevice as it was further pulled apart as the brown haired futamute sitting on her face transferred more of her weight onto her 14 year old body. Her tongue stabbed out and washed the ridged round flower before poking through it’s center. She swabbed the inner walls, gulping down the brown juices that leaked out and then suddenly her pink poker was forced out and the rosebud her lips framed bloomed pushing her jaw apart.

A lovely thick, slimy serpent of sludge slithered across her tongue filling her mouth. Her swallowing was instinctive and immediate. She greedily devoured the fudgy feast, her mother bracing her head in position as the bus moved. The hand on her young pipe brought her closer and closer to her bliss. She reached up, grabbed the hips of the woman feeding her, and pulled herself deeper into the crack. She had already been fed twice today, once by Miss Bischoff during lunch and then later between third and fourth period by Miss Nabil shortly before science class. She had cum during both of those but she could feel herself rising once again.

“Cum Baby, cum for me Darcia,” her parent urged quicky wrapping her dress around her cock and thumbing her crown through the material as she jacked her. “Cum Sweetie, cum.”

Her hips gyrating wildly, the Madeira girl moaned her eager compliance as she felt her cream launch itself into her favourite mini. Again and again and again her seed spurted into the material, her goo making sglitching noises as it flooded and soaked through the garment. And still she continued to empty herself one way while she was filled in another. The cascade of the older futamute’s shit seemed to be without end and she lost herself in ecstasy.

Iinca Vacarescu put the bus in park and watched the last of the passengers leave before looking in the rearview mirror. “Well, almost the last,” she smirked spotting the group two thirds of the way back. The 25 year old removed the hair tie from her mahogany red mane letting it fall around her shoulders and made her way towards the back of the vehicle. “End of the line girls,” she informed the others watching Darcia Madeira munch down a muddy meal from Ejiri Tomoko while splattering her pearly goo in her dress. Just beyond her was Elsa Mae Noonan slamming her thick tool in and out of her daughter Ivy Jean’s ass while stroking the girl’s leaking cock.

“Already?” the lawyer asked a little disappointed.

“Oh, no worries,” the blue eyed bus driver replied with a smile, her own member hardening. “I’ve got a 24 minute break before I have to hit the road again. Take your time.”

“Good to know,” the Japanese scientist nodded a little relieved. “I’m not done yet.”

“I know the feeling,” the younger futamute remarked rubbing her stomach.

“Carrying a bit of a load are we?” Aneira asked separating from the one she had been clinging to and glancing towards the other writhing teenager.

“A bit yes,” the Romanian/Canadian mix admitted following the other’s eyes. “Do you think-”

“-She’d be happy to,” the younger litigant cut in, sliding off of the seat and to her knees bringing her child with her. “Be my guest.”

Iinca grinned, backed up over the youngest Noonan and quickly pushed her trousers down. “I’ve been holding this for a while now. Was saving it for one of the Shastri girls but your Ivy has such a beautiful face.” The cherubic redhead reached down and flipped the sophomore’s hat around so it sat on her skull backwards before pulling her ass cheeks apart...

“Mouth open Ivy, mouth open now,” Elsa Mae instructed quickening her thrust and the stroke of her hand.

Ivy Jean obeyed her mother’s directive as she rode the latter’s motion, watching through lidded eyes as the plush mounds of flesh and the deep canyon between them descended upon her upturned face.

Bagheera Shastri watched her younger sister Indira’s esophagus flex methodically, cradling her head with one hand and beckoning forth her cream with the other. Atop the face of the big breasted submissive, Nooni Zare, arched her back dreamily and luxuriated in her perch as she continued letting her shit spool into the open mouth of the 57 year old. To be sure the Head of Research had protested when the Iranian/Dutch crossbreed discovered her secret. She knew her sibling, as shy and studious as she was, would have preferred it not be made plain to others. The pixie haired scientist probably wanted her fantasy to remain just that, a fantasy. She probably didn’t even know she knew until this afternoon. But once she got over the initial humiliation, once her lust had caught up and passed her shame, she had become the younger futamute’s somewhat reluctant

but obedient toilet. It really was a wonderful sight to see.

The black haired CEO had adjusted the position of the engineer so that a small gap, no more than an inch in length, appeared between the top lip of her sibling and the the rim of her rosebud while the bottom remained fast to the greasy hole. The steady flow of the slimy brown tube downwards and it’s pungent scent was absolutely intoxicating to her. “Come in” she answered absently hearing the knock on the door before it opened.

“ ... keep her waiting,” she heard the receptionist Caroline Sievers say to someone as she entered the office. “You wanted me to bring your family up when they arrived Ma’am?” she then queried her head turning back forwards seeing the trio on the extended leather couch bed for the first time. “Oh,” the graying 62 year old verbally stumbled. “What do we have here?”

“Why don’t you all come over and see?” the plant’s supervisor invited, her black eyes twinkling as she took in the new arrivals. Her niece Umika, who taught Music and French at the school, lead the way, her Indian roots readily apparent in the combination of her cool beige complexion as well as her brown hair and eyes. She was followed by three from the family’s third generation, not all of which were expected. Umika and Ramana certainly were. After all the last, a saucy dark haired redhead with entrancing grey eyes hidden behind large glasses, apprenticed here and the first usually dropped in on her mother after school when the 16 year old did.

The two youngest Shastris, Oorjita, Umika’s sister 20 years her junior, and the teacher’s first year daughter Nithanya, however were indeed unexpected. The 15 year old’s bra size had definitely taken after her strapped down parent. The honey brunette was already a 34 D cup. And Indira’s granddaughter, not quite as blessed currently, in the end might be better endowed in other ways. The lighter haired girl, her long brown locks fading into a blonde bayalage was already as tall as the first and her cock had come in thick and long out of the tank.

Bagheera tilted her head and smiled, welcoming the group further. “It couldn’t have gone better really,” the 59 year old mused silently. “Her granddaughter, who apprenticed here, two of Indy’s daughters, and Umika’s second child? All that was missing was her sister’s middle girl and the teacher’s eldest, away at university. They’d find out soon enough.”

As the others sloughed off their outerwear, she noticed the three students had belly bulges of various sizes. On the oldest Ramana, it was barely visible which was to be expected given her relative seniority at school. Oorjita was a bit fuller, but her sweatshirt hid much of it. The eldest Shastri guessed that she had been fed two, maybe three times that day. Nithanya on the other hand was well rounded. It was obvious that the first year had been used multiple times since leaving home this morning. The trio plopped down on the leather surface sliding across it to get a closer look as the teacher descended more gracefully at her other shoulder and the Sievers woman remained standing. There were gasps of surprise from the group once they saw whose mouth the Zare girl was using as a toilet.

“Grandma!” Nithanya exclaimed upon seeing the older woman swallowing the unbroken snake of sludge, her slippery cock launching it’s creamy goo with each mouthful.