Amanda's Hallowthanksmas Special part 2: 'Making stuffing' in the kitchen

Six weeks ago, when you were having a bit of a dry spell due to having to take some jobs involving no-contact deliveries, you were very glad for Valerie and the blue-haired janitor from St. Applegate keeping you company. Watching and feeling their bellies swelling with your own hands when you pulled one (or both) into bed was such a pleasure that you didn't at all mind that neither woman could get any more pregnant than they already were.

It was a bittersweet moment when, before you could set out again following your meeting with Claire, you had to bid one of your pregnant harem farewell - Yasmine, the female custodian who took your generous offer of 'employment' and the baby-making sex that went with it in stride. The blue haired middle aged tan woman wasn't as conventionally sexy as Valerie, but, when Valerie wasn't watching, she gave you your first experience with 'ass-to-mouth'.

Sadly, it was Valerie herself who insisted on it. You'd been part of an awkward long-distance phone call. Norman, the male janitor working at St. Vivians who you offloaded your supply of smuggled test answer keys to, had been chosen by Valerie as a convenient scapegoat. Covering up over 200 co-eds getting pregnant in a single semester was impossible.

And likewise, it was impossible to hide the fact that a visiting futa starship captain had been responsible for about 15% of that total over the course of just two weeks, and Ms. Glidden's role in all that as assistant dean looked bad enough. The fact tht she 'caught' you and signed the restraining order banning you from coming within 100 meters of the campus ever again was the fig leaf that has allowed Valerie to sweep her role in the scandal under the rug.

But then, when Ms. Glidden had been in the midst of enjoying her extended vacation aboard your ship, she got an unwelcome reminder of something she'd forgotten about: she never rescinded her order to Patrice Broadhurst, a pudgy futa serving as the lone campus security guard, to 'investigate' whether a social circle of nonconformist 'punk' girls had been responsible for distributing banned emergency contraceptive pills. It turned out that those punk girls were just as eager to earn some extra pocket money by bouncing on hard cocks, futa or otherwise, as their preppy counterparts in the sororities had been... but unfortunately for that poor dim-bulb Patrice, the punk girls did not, in fact, have access to any morning-after pills.

Which led to the amusing group meeting over holo-call that allowed you to see security guard Patrice standing in a circle of four punk girls sporting swollen tummies along with their nose rings, dyed hair, tattoos and other rebellious fashion statements. One of them was Tanya Abramoff, who'd given you an amazing fuck when you caught her smoking in one of the bathrooms on your first day at the academy. At first you'd been a little upset that you didn't get the points for Tanya, but later you realized that rumors of Patrice's investigation which you and Tanya leaked are what led to the illicit supply of emergency pills being anonymously surrendered to Valerie's office, without which your score from St. Vivians Academy might've been far smaller. And besides, Patrice is making up for those lost points herself - standing alongside pale, sexy Charlotte who Patrice had inseminated at nearly the exact same moment as you inseminated her in turn. Tanya had looked amused in that frantic conversation... her three friends less so.

That had been followed up by another call... this one to Norman, the pervy janitor who you'd pawned off the test answer keys on. When Valerie explained that he was going to have to take the fall - 'martyr himself', you think Valerie had said - he'd looked utterly aghast, especially since he was already in hot water for an indiscretion of his own.

You remember the breeding double-feature that you were privileged enough to witness very well. Norman had convinced a sporty short-haired asian sophomore from the academy track and field team, Syuuko, to pay for a cheat sheet by bouncing in his lap rather than with credits. The ensuing broken condom had come at a less-than-ideal time, as the track team hottie's toned, muscular midriff being replaced with a prominently pregnancy bulge jutting out from above her spats attested to. Syuuko had been just quietly fuming and glaring at him for most of the call. But, when you had failed to muffle a giggle and Norman had angrily protested that he was an 'innocent' being framed for your and Patrice's evil deeds, Syuuko had verbally torn into him.

It made for an amusing headline - 'Deviant custodian at prestigious junior college confesses to intentionally fathering 5 babies with students in a single month!' which helped take the heat off of the male professors responsible for a pregnant schoolgirl (or two, or three) themselves, and drowned out media attention on the whole 'futa' aspect, including Jeanette knocking up four of her teachers... including Professor Hochman, the snooty history professor who'd helped kick off the whole mess and pimped Jeannie out, causing Jeannie's older brother to turn you loose on the academy out of desperation.

But, as much as you enjoy re-watching the half of the video leading to Syuuko needing to put those well-trained abdominal muscles of hers pushing out a kid a few weeks ago, it pales in comparison to Patrice's scene with that cutesy blonde freshman Summer. You cannot honestly say that you rate any of the videos you've produced since higher than that piece of breeding smut that Patrice unwittingly helped you (and Valerie) record. Considering that Summer was a lot less innocent than she pretended to be, you would've been doomed if you had taken her up on her flirtation when you'd walked in on her jilling off to porn in an empty computer lab, as she'd have gone straight to Ms. Glidden to try and **** you.

But even knowing that, every time you've re-watched Patrice pounding Summer's pussy from behind, you felt an incredible sense of jealousy. Getting to see the brace-faced freshman glaring and wrinkling her nose at Patrice during the video call, that same white polo shirt riding up high on the big round belly Patrice's condom sleight-of-hand had given her, only heightened that burning envy. Summer was 'the one that got away', even more than Tanya... making you that much more determined to ensure Claire doesn't escape your clutches. Patrice was quietly fired from her job and is extremely busy nowardays, since all five of the babies purportedly planted by Norman's misconduct, plus her and Summer's daughter, AND your own daughter that Patrice gave birth to, are all her responsibility now. Patrice said that it was everything she'd ever hoped for and that she was happy to spend the next 18 years as a stay-at-home mom of seven. Since Summer has gone back to classes as if nothing happened, you've resolved to try and find a way to catch up with her in a couple of years after she graduates...

...

...but now, standing in the kitchen of a fancy house on Plum Valley station, you are starting to wonder if the god of the universe is just as big of a pervert as their devoted follower Valerie, and if they haven't contrived to reward you for listening to the angel on your shoulder and resisting the temptation to bend Summer over a computer desk.

Alone with you in the kitchen is what you'd given up for the sake of trying to save Jeanette from Ms. Glidden's wrath back at St. Vivian's Academy - an overwhelmingly cute pigtailed blonde, 'accidentally' caught with her hand in her panties. In contrast to the white polo shirt Summer from the computer lab had been rocking, the girl on the kitchen counter in front of you is dressed more eccentrically.

She is wearing a... you think you overheard a partygoer call it a 'Pilgrim dress': a conservative all-black long sleeved dress with a large white collar, an apron, and a white bonnet on her head. But underneath that conservative dress, she's not so authentic, either in her outfit or her behavior. Real pre-spaceflight 'pilgrims' probably didn't wear sneakers, for one thing.

And, since the hem of the dress is pulled up around her waist, you can spot some more inaccuracies. Such as the glittering, bejeweled navel piercing highlighting the delicate, pale skin of her toned midriff. Or the tan lines from a thong bikini. Or the lacy black mesh panties that let you see her fingers knuckle-deep in her smooth, clean-shaven pussy. The 'conservative, pious' dress is lifted up just enough to let you see her perky titties... quite a bit smaller than yours, but looking like such mouth-wateringly squeezable handfuls tht you wouldn't dream of changing a thing.

The sexy 'pilgrim' gasps theatrically as she sits up straight, letting the hem of her dress drop back down to her waist - but, like Summer, she doesn't pull her hand out of her panties. Even with the smell of roasting poultry in the oven, you can pick up the musk of her excitement. Her feigned shock at being caught in the act soon gives way to a winsome smile that shows off the braces on her teeth. "Oh no! I thought Michael said he was running back to his house to change before he asked a guest to come help me make the stuffing!" her fingers continue slithering in and out of her as she sits with her legs spread wide on the counter, breathing heavily.

You are at a loss for words, even when she lobbed you a softball like that. "He said... to bring a special ingredient..." you murmur as you stare, and pray this is going where you think it is.

"Ohmigawd!" the pigtailed blonde bites her lip as she looks down. A certain part of you is making its apperance known and slips right out of its confining underwear, popping out through the front of your robe. "You're a FUTA??" she asks as if utterly shocked - though it's obvious she's pretending playfully. "You're not thinking of doing something, like, totally sinful and unacceptable to poor little me, are you? After you caught me doing something so naughty? I'd get in sooo much trouble if you told daddy..." she cups one of her little boobies through her black dress and begins fondling herself with her free hand.

"I won't tell..." you say. "...because I am suddenly really, really craving some 'stuffing'. So how about we make plenty of it."

"Oh fuck..." the brace-faced blonde sighs heavily as she keeps diddling herself. "I don't know... they say futas are really dangerous and untrustworthy, and, like, always want to corrupt good girls like me." she says teasingly, clearly enjoying the game.

"Hwmmmm..." you murmur needily through pursed lips as you start softly stroking your 'bone' with your soft, delicate fingers. "I know I shouldn't. I promised I'd stay out of trouble on my visit here. But this... ah... this troublesome bone has a mind of its own. If your parents see me poking out of my thong like this," you waggle the hard length at her, "I'll be too nervous not to tell them. This can be our little secret, right?" you lick your lips as you step closer and reach out - but before you touch her the soft skin of her exposed thigh, you stop. "What was your name again?"

"Mmm... Khloe." the sexy 'pilgrim lass' is unable to suppress a broad, toothy grin of excitement.

Instantly, your augmentations check the records. There she is - Khloe, youngest daughter of the Kapelle family, who owns this fancy house. It's past the eight-o-clock curfew, and your AI assistant is programmed to warn you if you're ever about to touch something you really, really shouldn't, but it's nice to have confirmation that her age is a couple years past the danger zone. More importantly, you get confirmation that her grandmother is on the station's Hallowthanksmas official committee - exactly who Valerie wants to embarrass. And the public data says both of her older sisters went to St. Vivians Academy, too! That could be some useful leverage for Valerie.

"Nice to meet you, Khloe. My name is Captain Taffers... but you can call me Amelia. What are you supposed to be?"

"A pious pilgrim spreading the faith to a new land, of course." the blonde giggles cutely. "And what about yoooou, ma'am? What are you dressed as?"

"Mmm... why don't I show you rather than just telling you? I'm a grim figure wielding a terrible weapon that fills naughty girls with dread. And right now, seeing you is making me feel very, very... hungry."

"Ahahahahahhahaa~ Oh my gosh, Captain. You're so silly." Khloe's smile gleams as she giggles. "I'll be silly too, then... ahem~" she flutters her eyelashes and puts on her best sultry voice, "are you trying to dive right into dessert when dinner hasn't even been served yet?" She leans back on the butcher's block in the midst of the kitchen and lifts up her dress again.

You are tingling with excitement as you yank down her panties and slip them off over her ankles before diving right in. Your tongue washes up and down along Khloe's slit. It's not long before you can taste her excitement. You alternate planting kisses up and down her inner thighs, savoring the smoothness of her skin, and teasing her pussy lips with your agile tongue. One of the evolutionary advantages futas have is knowing what feels best. You don't go straight for her clit - you leave that for after you've already ramped up her excitement by teasing along the outer folds of her smooth cunny and slithering in those hot, dewey gates. Only when Khloe is already starting to breathe heavily, gasp, and moan, do you press the tip of your tongue down on her pleasure button and rapidly flick it back and forth.

"Ahhhh~~! Oh yeah! Let me... let me get a taste of that thick drumstick of yours." Khloe is soon murmuring as she rolls over onto her side. You stand up and she greeding pulls you over and takes the tip of your cock into her mouth. Appropriately enough for the season, Khloe doesn't even try to take your fearsome bone all the way into her throat - she slides along the sides like eating corn on the cob. Her hot lips kiss and pucker all along your length. Normally when having a young hottie like her suck you off (and there's been quite a few lately) you have to worry about getting over excited and firing off too early. But in her case, she's playing a game of less-is-more... the sensation is never enough to make you really close to cumming, but just right for building your excitement and making you yearn to feel her wrapped around you. A couple of times when she goes close you feel the hard ridge of her braces gazing the side of your glans. It's a pleasantly sharp pinch that makes you shudder with desire.

The warmth of Khloe's body is pressed against you as you get up alongside her on the kitchen island (hopefully they don't need to chop any more vegetables on this surface today) and caress her, running your hands under her dresss. After fantasizing more than once about what you would've done with Summer in the computer lab, you decide this is a treat to be savored, and smake her moan as you squeeze her tits, your hands making rough bulges under the black surface of her dress as you roll her nipples between your fingers.

And then... your hands run over her midriff and your finger dips into her navel. She clearly keeps in good shape, this girl. Your cock is rubbing against one of her smooth thighs now as you kiss her on the mouth and entwine your tongue with hers. That deadly 'bone and two skulls' of yours has been the doom of literally dozens of flat, toned midriffs among naive college girls like her over past year.When Khloe reaches down to fondle you down there, wiggling her pinky into your pink while the rest of her fingers caress your nuts, she's blissfully unaware she's stimulating an army of millions of microscopic pilgrims eager to embark on a gooey voyage towards the promised land in her womb.

Though, alas, she hasn't completely forgotten, as she reminds you when she speaks up: "Mmm - you got the special ingredient my cousin Ollie told you to grab, right?"

"Oh... yes...." you bend over seductively, showing her your 'full package' down south as you retrieve the condom wrapper you 'accidentally' dropped on the floor. "I did, but don't you think an authentic feast should be prepared without artificial ingredients?"

"Pfffft," Khloe giggles and shakes her head. "Points for trying, ma'am, but if that's a cute way of asking if we can fuck without a condom that's gonna be a 'no'. Today's a risky day for me."

"But wouldn't you like to at least see what it feels like bare?" you say, teasing your fingers between her legs.

On St. Applegate, you didn't get a lot of takers on that one aside from Blake, which is why you'd relied so heavily on sabotaging the things beforehand. But the pigtailed blonde writhing in your grip gives in almost immediately. "Hee hee... mmm.... it does feel really nice and smooth. Smoother than a guy's dick. Alriiiight, Captain. For just a minute. But as soon as I say, you have to stop and put it on, okay?"

Three minutes later, Khloe's body is rocked by her first orgasm as you methodically pound her on top of that wooden block. "YES! FUCK YES! STUFF ME LIKE A TURKEY!" she cries out shrilly, not even bothering to moderate her voice. You grab a cooling bread roll from a nearby basket and stuff it past her lips as her eyes roll back.

Khloe is laying on her back with both her legs bent, her sneakers pressing against your stomach as you rail her intensely. Each thrust rolls her lithe body back and forth. This position gives you the perfect leverage to thrust down into her. With her legs raised and tucked close to her chest like they are, anyone watching from behind would get an excellent view of your two skull-painted family jewels bumping up against Khloe's puckered asshole as you stuff her full of your shaft.

Even though you still look forward to fucking that blonde from St. Vivians who the security guard ended up making swell instead, for the moment, you consider yourself to have gotten the better part of the bargain compard to Patrice, as Khloe's tight pussy is gripping your weapon like she doesn't want to let you go each time you start to slide out of her. Her next scream of pleasure is, mercifully, muffled around the dinner roll you are playfully ****-feeding her.

...and then, all of the sudden, the door swings open. You stop, leaning forward and resting your midriff against Khloe's silky thighs. You're completely hilted in her - your junk is completely hiding her asshole and her pussy. Cautiously, you turn to look over your shoulder... damn it, and just when you'd been getting very close to cumming.

Standing behind you is a bearded man with blonde salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a similar style of costume to Khloe, as the male equivalent. He takes the wide-brimmed hat (which has a belt buckle on it for some reason you can't fathom) off his head and throws it on the floor. "What the HELL? Who are you?! Get off of my daughter, you ungodly freak!"

Khloe spits out the messy remnants of the roll and lets out a whiny, plaintive moan. "Daaaadyyyyyy~! Go awaaaaay! Don't look at me like this!"

Oh shit. Besotted by lust you look back and forth between Khloe and the man. Sure enough, you can see the family resemblance. Yet you feel that aching need in your stomach to keep going, to start thrusting powerfully once again... you were just getting towrads the final climax that would've made that unwelcome interloper - to the extent a man in his own kitchen can be called an interloper - a grandfather.

Your 'bone' is slick with Khloe's juices as you reluctantly pull out of her and turn around, naked except for your bodypaint and your heels. Khloe's black pilgrim dress is rucked up around her waist. She could easily pull it down, but she doesn't, nor does she stand up off the kitchen island.

The same implant that served as a skeleton key to gain access to the panties of so many students on St. Applegate is working on the man glaring at you. You can see outrage and humiliation in his eyes and the way his fists are balled up. But, you also see jealousy, and a tremble of lust. He keeps staring at you and Khloe... and you see proof of his unwholesome desires pitching a tent in his trousers.

A smirk creeps into the corner of your lips. Hey, this holiday is supposed to be about family togetherness, right? You remember what got Jeanette in such trouble back on St. Applegate. And just like you were a malicious inspiration to her, maybe she can be to you, as well...