Chapter 59: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 8)

“You’re going to need to eat a bit faster Orla,” Taegan remarked scooping another handful of shit from her cousin’s discarded slutsuit with one hand while she jacked her with the other. The clock in the gymnasium showers read 3:34. They had gotten down here as quickly as possible after class and now sat next to each other against one of the aquamarine blue tiled walls. Stuffing another mound of the fecal fruit into the golden blonde’s mouth, the freckled first year cooed encouragingly at the other O’Donnell. “That’s right Baby, keep eating for Mommy, keep eating while Mommy makes you cum like a good girl.” Once more she glanced at the clock. Cheerleading tryouts would start in about 10 minutes now and Orla had emptied herself into her bottoms in the middle of last class. For her especially, it was important that she show up with a rounded belly.

Spurt after spurt of her jism arched into the air and onto her school uniform as the girl with the baby curls devoured the slimy chocolate fed to her by her cousin. She wasn’t quite sure of the logic of showing up for tryouts with a stomach stuffed full of shit, but Taegan insisted it would count in her favour. At first Orla was unsure if she wanted be a cheerleader. Her counterpart seemed to be the more outgoing of the pair. She often made suggestions in conversation and then turned towards her with a smile, eyes twinkling over the freckles dotting her cheeks, looking for support. And she never failed to nod in agreement. Another mouthful of sludge was swallowed, and another, then another. And each time, she striped her school blouse with her cream.

“That’s the last of it, Sweetie,” the copper blonde announced whipping her hands off on her cousin’s school jacket. “Here, wipe off your face with these and then put them on,” she instructed helping her to her feet and handing her a pair of white silk panties. “We don’t have time for you to shower; tryout’s start in five minutes.”

Orla did as she was bid. Taegan had done what she could to clean her cleft with her hands, but she could feel the sliminess of her soft chocolate pressing up against her skin, her balls, her cock. She bit her bottom lip as she squirmed deliciously within the silken confines. A bit of her cramping had returned, but had she not also emptied her bladder during geography, it would have been much worse. She still wasn’t quite sure why she needed to be so full, but he cousin insisted she did and her mother always insisted that she listen to her. Moments later, hand in hand, the two left the showers, the first dragging along the tottering second.

Between the two of them Mandisa Nabil and Alma Engblom ushered Gamila Nabil into the gymnasium. All three had taken their turns with pom-poms when they had attended as students and thus were quite familiar the routine. The last’s thrusts had become noticeable during the short walk down the hall and around the corner. A couple students on their way to other destination giggled and twittered as the trio passed.

“3:21,” the eldest teacher declared looking at the clock. “We still have a bit of time.”

“Pull it out Mandy, let’s give your mother a surprise,” the Swedish/Welsh hybrid urged with a grin watching her Bonded Daughter grind in arousal.

“You may as well, turn that thing off,” the curvy 27 year old suggested reaching in her purse. “We won’t need it after this.”

The nurse nodded in agreement and producing her phone dialed down the Prostatic Stimulator on the younger Nabil. The first favoured the other with a mischievous smirk and watched her lust slowly deflate.

“Here, you first,” Mandisa offered, pulling out the atomizer filled with Lustrium. “Let’s see those boobs.”

Once more, the clinician’s face lit up as she shrugged out of her light green cardigan and thrust her cleavage towards the taller futamute. “Right in the middle girl, mist me there. A bit on the neck too, but save some for my cock and crack.”

“As you wish,” the brunette nodded with amusement before spritzing the tops of her breasts, “and a bit on the neck.” The reaction to the personal aphrodisiac was immediate. Two pairs of eyes met with a smug look of conspiratorial satisfaction with the third’s widened momentarily and then lidded slightly as she sighed in lust and grew weak.

“No, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen,” Alma thought aloud in a mumble as the two sisters steadied her. “Something is ... wrong ... with the ... Lustrium.” She sighed, hardening further but not of her own volition.

“It seems to be working fine to me,” Gamila smiled reaching down and finding the other redhead’s iron rod through her panties. “Yes, it seems to be working as expected. See look,” she continued stroking the tool of her Mistress Mother. “Up and down, up and down, see how you are rocking Mistress, see how you yearn for me to jack you like this?”

“Something ... wrong ... was supposed ... to be ... you,” she stumbled falling deeper and deeper into lust.

Why would you think that, Sweetie?” Mandisa asked, turning the atomizer to reveal the label. “It has your name on it.”

“No, not ... what ... we ... planned.”

“No, no it wasn’t,” the 27 year old smirked condescendingly. “But it was what we planned,” she added glancing at her younger sibling. Mandisa then spritzed herself before turning and spritzing the other teacher. “You do a wonderful job, keeping Gammy subservient to you as is a Mistress Mother’s right of her Bonded Daughter. I just thought it was time to switch things up a bit. Here, lie down on this padded bench, Precious,” she suggested. The two Nabils guided the third over and laid her down, the younger never breaking her masturbating motion. Whatever protests she was able to mount through her carnal stupor were easily batted aside. Quickly the elder secured the Engblom woman while the younger used her free hand to pop the trapped futamute’s dental plates and replace them with an oral spreader. “Let me take over, you should feed her first Gammy,” the French braided futamute proposed.

Mandisa had always appreciated the practical ingenuity of the community. While both she and her sister had been bred for hospitality by their mother Sameera, the latter had also selected a heavy curriculum of sciences for their hypnopaedic education. It some ways, it was almost inevitable that they’d end up teaching that very subject at LPI.

The bench that the Engblom woman lay on was just more evidence of the quality she admired the most in her neighbours. It was much like any other at first glance. Wider by 18 inches to be sure, but that didn’t make it stand out. The restraints which folded neatly under the seat when not being used, however, she thought clever. There was no outstanding technical achievement here, just a practical combining of existing knowhow in an aesthetic pleasing way.

Flashing the other a grin, the redhead quickly shed her panties and backed up over the face of the Engblom woman. Pulling her ass cheeks apart she lowered herself onto the forcibly rounded jaw of her Mistress Mother, observing her inhale the aphrodisiac her cleft had been sprayed with once more. Having strapped the half-Swedish 28 year old down, she began to lazily jack her in a frustrating tease.

A part of her within was screaming “No! stop!” even as she watched the plush globes of her desire descend, pulled apart to reveal their secret blossom. Closer and closer it got beckoning her with its subtle, greasy flexing. Somehow, she found herself unable to fight against the tide of her arousal. Once more she inhaled the sweet fragrance of her surrender and focused on the lovely intoxicating petals. Contact. Her chin and lower lip were pressed down upon from above. A hand found her auburn locks and gently caressed her skull quietly urging her compliance.

Her green eyes followed the arm upwards pulled to the blue gaze of the woman she had only moments ago thought of as her Bonded Daughter. “Was she, was she that still?” a private pondering that had rolled to the surface momentarily asked. And then suddenly the question was gone, once more submerged. Gamila’s expression had become her expression. She had never been a mean dominatrix and neither was the 26 year old now. Caring, hope, encouragement, these were the things she felt from her in this moment. She wanted what was best for her. A hiss mingled her stink with the scent of her submission, dragging Alma further into her now eager depravity. She licked her lips as soon as she heard the crackling, never daring to break the visual bond. And then she tasted it sliding across her tongue. It’s slimy bitterness was the sweetest of chocolate in her mind. Alma’s lust consumed her then. The nurse reflexively gobbled down the fecal feast being steadily fed her as the fingers on her cock maintained their teasing pace. Immersed in her desperate pursuit of ecstasy she failed to notice the teenage chatter punctuated by the occasional giggle coming down the hall towards the gym. But others had.