Chapter 74: Family Affairs (Part 7)

Despite the addition of the Hennos and for that matter other willing toilet girls who had arrived at the party in the guest house a bit later, both Cerys Kendrick and Zuri Dumar understood the reason their Mistress Mothers had walked them over in the afternoon. They had been good friends in high school, their nests had been on the same block. Their older sisters often shared them with other students when one or the other had a get together. That they would follow the pair to Berlin was never in question and the two 19 year olds had only grown closer since arriving. Now on their knees with both leashes secured to a metal loop on the wall their naked bodies were restrained next to each other in a pair of boxes that had been slowly making their way around the futamute community since Rhianna Moore had introduced the first one in mid-November.

The tall blonde carpenter ended up coining her invention the Supplicator, and like the one that she had originally encased Agnes Markwell in, these also held their occupant so that they heads faced upwards in proper toilet posture. Of course the plunging dildo that retreated only long enough for the occupant to empty herself of shit before sliding back in was standard as were the milking nozzles for nipples and cock as well as the cup and line for urine collection. The final touch was the thick constrictor belts each wore that also came with the kit. The thing that was different with this one and others in the sorority was that they could be attached together, creating an entire row of toilets, all wallowing in the same mucky morass, if one wished. And so it was for the lovers.

Heads tilted back, lips parted they held hands beneath the murk as they were fed by the various party guests. Each time they swallowed their slimy sustenance, their cocks gushed forth anew, their pearly treasure spurting with force against the clear bulb at the end of the nozzle before being siphoned down the attached tube. Two other lines helped drain the breast milk from each of the 19 year olds while a third, golden one, kept their piss separate. And when there was no one to feed them, then hoses being fed from the boxes they now sat in were attached to the oral spreaders in their mouths, completing the fecal cycle of life. And so it was when Zuri noticed her mother walking towards them, hand in hand with her long time girlfriend, Meryl Kendrick.

“Which one do you want, Kamara?” the second asked.

“I think we should follow the example or two daughters set,” the older pilot suggested, angling towards the daughter of the other.

“There is something to be said for consistency,” the dark skinned futamute snickered. Both women were naked but for waist length see through chiffon house robes of silver grey with the Pegasus Charters logo on the right breast. Allowing the other to pass, the Carribean pivoted on her heel and slowly backed over Cerys Kendrick. This wasn’t the first time she had fed the girl, both here in Berlin or back on the island. Still, the look of innocent obedience that she found in the brunette’s brown eyes never got old. She loved looking down her back at her, watching her eyes glaze in lust, knowing she was gobbling down her chocolate fudge, knowing she was offering up her seed each time she did so. It just never got old. Kamara felt the soft lips frame her rosebud and relaxed her hips. Her petals rapidly expanded and her filth pushed out of her down into the waiting mouth of her best friend’s daughter. Her amber eyes watched her toilet’s gaze drift off to a faraway place. She heard the heavy sglitching of cum repeatedly slamming into plastic again and again and again. She smiled down at the trapped futamute. It just never got old.

Meryl peered down watching first the ribs of one milker, then the other, slide up and down on the cocks trapped within. The creamy syrup of each of the girls beneath them surged strongly as they devoured the muddy stink of the other’s Egg Parent. The Kendricks and the Dumars were quite close as families. They had often spent evenings together in the past when both had resided on the island. Her first log of shit tapered to an end and she grunted out the beginnings of her second arching her back slightly as she did. She did feel a little sorry for her eldest, Aeres, in that regard. Unlike her other two girls Elin and Cerys, she didn’t have a counterpart from the other family to play with as a teenager. True, there was Tika Amora whom she had been close to in high school and university. They had both been sisters in Stockholm after graduation and they did have a similar relationship while living in Sweden. But with her oldest daughter now bouncing back and forth between Libereco and airport hangars like the two of them, the two did not see as much of each other as they probably would have liked.

A third length of her waste began wending itself downward, pushing apart the petals of her assflower as it protruded out from her depths. She felt Zuri’s tongue caress the ridge’s surrounding it and then pushed a bit more, starting the other futamute’s third course on it’s way. The 45 year old smiled then, an idea bubbling up from her thoughts when she glanced across the room, spotting Allison Hanley and Avionna Magellan plunging their pipes in and out of the willing holes of Alba Barbosa. When she wasn’t in the air, the first worked in The Closet District at The Clothes Whores. As it happened that was just down the way from the Amora girl’s place of employment, Silk, Satin, and Lace. She closed her eyes and let her imagination stray while her right hand found her now stiffened iron. She wondered what the 26 year old buxom, two toned brunette would look like in a Pegasus Charters flight attendant’s uniform. She wondered what she would look like without one.

Nooni Zare had lost track of how long she had been kneeling on the padded picnic table bench, restrained by each leg with her hands bound beside them by the wrists. She was beside herself in lust. The hands of the teenager sandwiched between her and Ramana had indeed playing a teasing tune upon her cock. Helped along by the coaching of her grandmother, the 14 year old had brought her to her ragged edge several times only to abandon her there until she eventually descended. Then, once more her fingers engulfed her length and the half-Persian started her climb once more. In that time she came to a deeper understanding of the frustration Sisyphus must have felt in Hades after his death. At some point Carona had tilted her head towards her bosom and in solace the 26 year old let her lips be guided to the older woman’s right nipple. She listened to the trio chatter around her as she steadily nursed upon it, hoping to push her distress deeper in her mind.

“And you say she enjoyed the class today at Avalon?” the 62 year old inquired. “Wasn’t too much for her?”

“Oh, yes,” the curly redhead nodded enthusiastically. “The instructors were very good, weren’t they Baby?” she asked rhetorically smooching the trapped futamute on the back of her neck. The 16 year old had gradually worked her right hand down the spine of the submissive and was now plunging three fingers in and out of her ass, much like she had done at the dance studio earlier. “They had us doing this earlier on the mats,” she informed the secretary, “though there was also some rocking involved. Nooni was on all fours for the exercise.”

“I’m sure what you’re doing now has it’s uses as well, Dear,” the green eyed senior complimented in motherly fashion. She peered into the glazed blue eyes of figure suckling her warm milk. The edge of her discomfort was still there, but it was slightly masked down behind the Mesmermamillin induced stupor. She watched her eyes begin to widen again as once more her orgasm approached. “Off, Aqila, hands off,” she instructed quietly but firmly. Though she tried her best to hide her amusement at the other’s predicament, there was little down her twinkling eyes betrayed her thoughts. The glistening cock standing alone in it’s swollen fury, visibly throbbed in outrage at being abandoned yet again. “Good, good, you’re starting to hang of it my girl,” the blonde then praised.

“It took me a bit as well,” the Shastri girl confessed, gently thrusting her hip in cadence to her fingers, the other girl’s grip, and the nursing of the third. “I’m sure you’ll have it down by the fall.”

“I could ask Bagi if we could bring her in early,” the eldest suggested. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.” A look of puzzlement flickered across Nooni’s face then. “Oh, you didn’t know, did you Precious? My granddaughter will be apprenticing at EID starting in the fall. Her and Joanna C One.”

“I’ll be her mentor,” the junior whispered in her ear, their hair intermingling. “I’ll teach her everything I know ... everything, Baby, everything. We’ll have so much fun together.” She then glanced up at her partner in crime. “Is it true we might be getting a third?”

“I know Bagi applied for one,” the Sievers woman replied. “The community has known about the increase in population growth for a while now, but everyone needs to get their allotments first, then they’ll figure out the rest.”

“If we do get a third, I guess Blakely and I will have to split her,” surmised the grey eyed teenager. “You’ll be such a lucky girl, Cookie,” she murmured once more to the woman whose ass her fingers were sawing in and out of, “such a lucky, lucky girl.”

The conversation continued along in that vein between the three of them for a few more minutes. Casual community events were interspersed with those of the recent excursion to Avalon Dance Studios, developments at EngInno Designs, and daily life at LPI as if the fourth, trapped in her straps and caged lust was not even there. After a while Carona glanced down at the no longer throbbing organ of the last. Still glistening in all of it’s glory, it has lost a smidgen of it’s stiffness in the Zare woman’s reluctant descent from the edge of ecstasy. The blonde smiled to herself as she swapped nipples then cradled the engineer’s head once more to her bosom. Popping the lid on the bottle of oil with her thumb, she slowly tipped it over the dusky cock before her and watched the syrupy fluid gradually coat the length of the submissive’s member and then her balls adding an even more smooth and luxurious, almost chrome like, sheen to the flesh.