Chapter 53: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 2)

The Engblom twins gazed down at the Haataja twins with affection. Kneeling in the hallway of the school some 30 feet from their homeroom, the two first years were servicing their Chang Mun-Hee, the sister of their Seed Mother Ji-Won. The 34 year old taught Math and Korean at LPI and her own classroom was two doors down from Gudrun Sorenson’s, their eventual destination. Saara’s head was bent back and the Asian sat comfortably on her face pushing a steady serving of sludge down her throat while her copper red haired sibling bobbed up and down on the teacher’s cock. Each had nursed on the 35D cups of the two juniors on the bus in today and shortly before the teacher had happened along had their stomachs filled by the housemates as well. There had been a bit of a rush getting out the door today but their Egg Mother Enni insisted they have a proper breakfast and their own, Fjola Engblom had agreed.

“Homeroom is going to start in six minutes Aunt Munny,” Yuka volunteered as the eldest began to speed up the rhythm at which she was fucking Saara’s face.

“Almost done here ... almost done,” she struggled re-doubling her efforts even more.

The two Engbloms enjoyed watching their younger nest sisters get used by others and had tended to put them in those types of situations since they began attending LPI in September. Each of the younger futamute’s eyes were glazed over from the Mesmermamillin they had been dosed with by the two 16 year old’s. Each gently thrust to and fro, at the urging of their implants. Both Luka and Yuka had their codes and which allowed them to control their orgasms. The ability to do so had helped in their training. They had agreed with a wordless nod to deny them at this time. Miss Sorenson, like all staff members, received the codes of their students each time one walked through the door of their classroom. There would be opportunity enough for them to cum later. Right now the two younger Asians were content to let them build and build some more.

The math teacher moaned and suddenly thrust her cock into Salla’s mouth with much more vigour forcing the redhead’s rapid swallow. At the same time the throat of the brunette behind her desperately flexed. Without a doubt their Aunt Munny’s orgasm had opened her inner sluice and now Saara’s efforts matched her sisters.

“They are coming along so nicely girls,” she sighed as the weakening spurts of her spunk echoed down the throat. She quickly slid the skull before her a little lower onto her piss port and let her golden flow flood the mouth she had just filled with her cream. Her oozing filth was still piling into the other Haataja girl but it’s momentum was slowing as well. “So nice, so, so nice. I really needed that girls,” the 34 year old acknowledged as she straightened up and slipped her blue silk panties back on, using the Engbloms as support.

“Nice timing Munny,” Gudrun snickered from her classroom door. “Come on girls, homeroom is about to start.”

The two Finnish/British hybrids helped each other up and holding hands made their way across the hall to the 48 year old Norwegian.

“We should go as well,” the South Korean declared.

Luka and Yuka shared a grin and fell in step behind their homeroom teacher.

Maalika Banerjee gently peppered the neck of Ejiri Yua with soft kisses as she methodically swallowed beneath them. Between the positioning of the side opening by which one entered the administration area of the office and the Indian’s shielding body, it was difficult to see who was kneeling beside her. Only by viewing from the side and rear could one identify the figure as the Japanese futamute. The position of whoever was being served blocked the view from the front of the counter. The biology teacher could feel her friend’s stomach rounding beneath her arm as she stroked her steely pipe through her panties.

The Asian was being fed a fecal feast for the second time since she got on her knees. First had been Aadrika Shastri who had pulled her into her crevice after emptying herself of post-orgasmic piss. Then Eydis Faranzeh had traded places with her and offered up three course carnal meal of her own. She couldn’t stop herself now. Maalika’s hand felt so good on her cock, she had grown used to it’s touch. She had come to yearn for it, wish for it, harden when she was near. The green eyed senior barely had to prod her to get her lips to part. And when the 17 year old pull her cheeks apart she reflexively tilted her head back so she would have a more comfortable seat from which to use her. The fudgy snake of the student slithered down her throat coiling with her friend’s filth in her stomach. And with each flexing of her esophagus, another jet of her jism painted the insides of her satin.

“Is there a desk bell I should be pressing to get some service around here?” Carlina Del Mastro snickered reaching out and rubbing her fingers along the top of Maisie Corbett.

“Huh? What? ... Oh, sorry Carli,” the black haired woman responded, reluctantly turning back towards the front of the desk. “What can I do for you?”

She had been watching the Ejiri woman succumb to the designs of her friend Maalika Banerjee and open her mouth for the two students helping her. The look of triumph on the Indian’s face as she quietly encouraged her friend’s semi-public submission while masturbating her told her that this had been something the first had been working towards for a while. And now all of her efforts were flowering just in time for Career Week.

“Looks like I’ve had a couple of Yua’s Japanese classes added to my schedule by mistake, this semester,” the 47 year old pointed out laying her calendar on the counter. “Normally she has the Monday classes.”

“Actually, that is by design, Dear,” the Scottish native reply. “Yua has been re-assigned to the library. If you take a closer look, you’ll see that they taken two of your Home Economics classes to lighten your load a bit”

“How did that get decided?” the Chilean asked.

“I just work here,” she smiled in resignation.

“Well, have you seen her around?”

“Actually, yeah,” she returned her lips reshaping themselves into a smirk as she cast a glance over her shoulder. “Yeah, I have.”

The Del Mastro woman followed the eyes of her colleague towards the side entrance of the secretary’s typing pool just in time to see Eydis Farnazeh sigh and straighten up from the upturned face of Ejiri Yua. Eyes closed in rapture the end of the teenager’s last sludgy log still protruded out of her mouth by about four inches but bit by bit was disappearing as the Japanese futamute’s throat methodically flexed beckoning the dirty delicacy downwards. Shading her from observation, Maalika Banerjee helped support her relaxed body while urging her orgasmic spurts to further stain her satin panties from the inside. It had been the second that brought the first to town and the two lived together with the Bellingers and a couple others including the Indian’s younger sister.

“Oh,” the short haired woman exclaimed softly bringing her hand to her mouth to hide a flutter of lust as she hardened. She took a quick peek at the clock. 13 minutes to 9. She still had time. “I think I should have a word with Yua about the classes I’ll be taking from her,” she suggested in search of pretext before gathering up her schedule and starting around the side of the counter.

“Come with me, Sweetie,” she directed sliding an arm around the waist of Dana Van Der Beek who had been standing nearby. Steering the sophomore in front of her she guided the caramel blonde around the two kneeling teachers. Urging the young futamute to her knees, she pushed her skull towards the greasy cleft of the girl with the curly undercut pixie. “Eydis needs cleaning. Be a Dear, and help her out with that, Dana.” At the same time she slid in between the other Japanese teacher and the two students. Quickly thumbing her panties down to her ankles, she pulled her ass cheeks apart and squatted until she felt the face of her target find her fecal canyon.

“I hope you don’t mind Yua, but I had to go and you were down there,” she remarked squashing down the remaining slimy sustenance and mashing it on her face. Then with a grunt, she powered her own large log into the mass causing the cheeks of her colleague to bulge forcing her load down her throat.

Maalika watched her friend’s eyes suddenly open in surprise. The increase in her devouring pace was immediate as was fury at which her love lava once more erupted widening the existing stain. “No, no, I do not think she minds at all Carlina,” the other 26 year old surmised licking a bit of the smeared mudcake from her cheek, “Not at all.”

Gudrun Sorenson smiled inwardly as she walked through the classroom door and past the two wooden stalls that had been set up the previous evening by the ranch, the two Haataja girls trailing behind her. It was evident by their docile obedience and current demeanor they were still feeling the effects of the milk her nest siblings had nursed them with. She wasn’t quite sure what Sierra and Sumati were up to but when the first called her the previous evening and asked her to let Salla build faster than the others, it piqued her curiosity. Normally, she ran them in tandem.