Chapter 70: Family Affairs (Part 3)

Ejiri Tomoko watched with motherly pride as Kamiko oversaw the transfer of Yua and Yuna from the jet to the bus waiting inside the private hangar the aircraft had parked in. Some public shrouding was the cost of their lifestyle unfortunately, but really it wasn’t all that much of an inconvenience. Both toilet girls had a lovely rounding to their midsections. Once they got back to the sorority they’d both be fed but likely emptied before bedtime. After all, the flight east was a much longer one. No doubt those making the trip to Tokyo would eat well tonight.

The 49 year old smiled at Paget Voedengroot as she guided the wobbly Venice Hambelton towards the exit. The short flight had been one long continuous orgasm for the senior. Fed until overfull, the 17 year old had been gently urged to give up her fecal feast as the others had boarded the plane. None had forgone up the opportunity to push a handful of fudge back into her mouth or paint her body a slimy brown as they passed. And during the entire time the steady hand of the nursemaid had pumped her cream into the dress she wore as she held her in place. But it hadn’t ended there. Once on board she had been shown to a comfortable seat in the service section. There she had been captivated by mud of her own making. It’s quite possible the blonde ate more shit on the way to Berlin than either of the Ejiris had. And she had cum the entire time she had.

Several of the OUM sorority sisters had made the trip out on the bus to speed things along. There were a few she recognized. It was difficult to remember everyone in the community by name, especially when they weren’t in one’s daily life. One she knew for certain was the Prefect, Arna Geirsson, granddaughter of the house’s Den Mother, Freydís Geirsson. One of the few native Icelanders on the island, the 58 year old redhead was nearing the end of her term in Berlin. With the recent retirement of Theresa Markwell from a similar position in Stockholm and the opening of a new OUM chapter in Utrecht, the grey eyed woman still had a little bit of a wait, but she would no doubt be next. Sapphirios Vasilakis was well established in Aarhus and Ortensia Lombardi had just replaced Enrica Brackenheim in Bergen. Truth be told, the Geirsson woman should have gone before her, especially with her youngest Dagný in her sophomore year, but she still had a year or so left. It wouldn’t be the first time a young futamute was fostered their Egg Mother worked out of town. The voluptuous Greek futamute running things in Denmark had a pair of daughters at LPI herself.

“There she is,” exclaimed Ellison Henley when she saw her mother descending the boarding platform. Instinctively, she pushed back into the embrace of Keely Del Mastro and felt her squeeze her in return. Next to them were Janina Golovskya and wearing a leather collar with a leash attached to it, the figure of Serena Rosseau.

The matriarch of the family spotted the group and waved on her way down. The phone had not done the work the trio had done on the fourth justice. The grocer’s daughter had a plumpness to her she hadn’t possessed a few months ago. Ostensibly, as a junior she should also have her own Bonded Daughter by now. But the 20 year old seemed comfortable with her current servile circumstance. “I’m going to have to try her out before we take off to Tokyo,” she decided spreading her arms for an embrace.

“Look,” Kamara nodded, nudging the senior aviator. Just off to the side of the others were the one’s the two of them had come to visit on their way through town, their four daughters. Makena and Elin were seniors now and each had chosen their own sisters as Bonded Daughters a year and a half ago. But it seemed things had changed. The curvy dark skinned Dumar girl now lead the Cerys Kendrick around on a leash, while her counterpart, a mahogany haired temptress seemed to have laid claim to Zuri Dumar. Hands folded submissively in front of them each of the latter obediently held their place even though their desire to greet their parents was evident despite their efforts to hide it.

“So, there has been change?” Meryl surmised pecking her 21 year old offspring on the cheek.

“We just decided it was time,” Makena offered, slipping an arm around her own mother.

“Is it official?” the 45 year old inquired sliding her grip around the nine inch length of the collared child of her partner and beginning a relaxed pumping.

“The bonds were just transferred yesterday,” Elin revealed. “Though, truth be told, it’s been like this since we showed up in the fall.”

“We just kind of fell into it at this year’s Orientation Party,” the Finance major, gently pushing down on the shoulders of the doe eyed brunette until she was face to face with the bulge in the younger pilot’s dress. “Say hello to my Mother Cerys, show her you’re glad to see her.”

Without hesitation, the submissive futamute slid her hands under the hem of the garment as she licked her lips. Sliding the panties beneath down the darker legs of the Trinidadian, she tucked the bottom of the dress into it’s waistband and slowly slid the entire thick 10 inch length of the cock before her through her lips until she could feel the ball sac against her chin. The 19 year old wrapped her arms around the hips of the one she served. Her eyes glazed over slightly when she felt the others fingers in her soft brown curls, and she gave herself over willingly to the back and forth fucking motion they now urged.

Eventually both of the restrained toilet girls and the structures around them were lifted in through the loading hydraulics on the rear of the bus. Bit by bit the passengers from the airline plus those from the sorority that had come along for the ride found a seat within the vehicle as well. Reluctantly Kamara Dumar had withdrawn her massive meat from the mouth of the Kendrick girl, but only long enough to find her own place. As soon as she had she guided the petite brunette back into place and resumed her oral fornification.

“So how is this going to work?” Tomoko asked from her seat at the front right behind the door. “Where are we staying?”

“Grandma gave me the key to the guest house,” Arna detailed waving acknowledgement as another driver allowed her to change lanes. “We had someone go in and give it the once over, but they should be finished by now. It’s only accessed by vehicle from the main building for privacy. There’s also a wooded area with a footpath between it and the sorority.” The 24 year old exited the B96, got on the A10 and headed west. “You’ll have all the seclusion you need but we’ll be right around the corner. The kitchen is fully stocked but if you wish you can dine at the main house. Just let someone know how many extra places to set. There’s a direct line in the next to the refrigerator and another in the den.”

“How long before we arrive?” Meryl inquired from a couple seats back. Once on the bus the black haired Welsh native had pulled her friend’s youngest daughter onto her stiff rod and was enjoying a relaxing fuck while steadily sliding her pale fingers up and down on the darker tool of the sophomore.

“It will be a bit yet,” Elin informed her mother. “There really is no fast and straight route from the airport to the estate. You can either go faster, the way we are now, but take the more roundabout series of autobahns or you can be direct but a lot slower picking your way across town. Schlachtensee makes it all worth it though. It’s really beautiful there.”

“And secluded,” add Makena, “lots of greenery.”

“But still close to a lot of things,” the redhead further pointed out. “The 115 is a direct shot into the downtown and is close to a lot of the schools. The Free-University is actually quite close. There’s also a north-south S-Bahn and another spur going off to the east that connects to the U-Bahn.”

“There’s e-charge stations on the other side of the tracks on Altvaterstrasse too,” the older Kendrick girl pointed out. “And the lake is an easy walk. How long will you be here?”

“We’re taking off Wednesday morning, right?” called Ellison Hanley, overhearing the question.

“Yes, 10 AM if everything is on time,” her mother grunted out slamming back onto the monster cock of the Del Mastro girl. As tall as she was at 5’9” and with a body quite similarly shaped, the thing that set her apart from all of the Hanleys but for her eldest Iverson, was the size of her tool. Not as thick as Kamara Dumar’s, it had every bit of it’s length. It was a ride she had enjoyed on more than one occasion previously. Each time the 21 year old speared her ass with it, her walnut grew heavy with heat. “Faster baby, faster. Jack me now, I want to cum too.” The 48 year old tightened her grip on the seats on either side of her as her daughter’s lover vigorously obeyed.

“I haven’t come this way often,” Veemi confided in the Voedengroot woman as the latter masturbated her apprentice who was once more slumped in her chair with her legs over the back of the one in front of her. “Most times I took the train from Copenhagen. It arrives at the main train station in the town center. You’d travel south from there as opposed to north like we are now,” she pointed out as the bus took the off ramp onto the A115 and headed towards the city. “There’s only another half dozen interchanges now before we get off. We want Spanische Allee.” The doctor paused momentarily to dig into Venice’s Hambelton’s slut suit bottoms and fill her hand with shit before pushing it into her eager mouth. Once more, the teenager’s hips bucked and for the next few strokes her seed momentarily pushed through the cotton of her dress before receding. The two older futamutes shared a smile at the third’s involuntary ecstasy. “The stuff you need to live you can find easily enough nearby, but really the action is in the city.”

“I heard someone mention a club in the hangar, “The Black Hole?” the redhead queried.