Libereco

“I’m never going to get tired of that cock of yours Julie,” the redhead gushed as she lit a joint. “It feels so great getting fucked by someone who has boobs. Where do you like putting it the most? My pussy? My ass? My mouth?” she asked before taking a hit and passing the spliff.

“I’ve always been partial to anal more than anything,” the blue eyed blonde confessed jokingly. “I come from a family of assfuckers.” She then grinned and inhaled while her younger counterpart coughed up smoke in a laugh.

“Being able to slide that thing in and out like you do to me ... I can hardly wait to fuck Darrell like that,” the 25 year old exclaimed

“Dariella,” the Kersey girl corrected. “Get used to calling her that. Once we arrive in Libereco, that will be her name.”

“Dariella,” the other giggled, her brown eyes dancing. “I can hardly wait to fuck Dariella up the ass with my great big cock. I can hardly wait to find out what it feels like when you fuck me.”

“Well, you’ll feel something and it will be fun,” the cream blonde confirmed. “But it won’t be the same as what I feel when I fuck you or when I fuck Dariella for that matter.”

“How do you mean?” she asked, turning on her side and giggling as she thrust her hips. “In and out, in and out, that’s how you do it isn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s how it’s done,” Juliette nodded following suit and exposing her hardening member. “But yours will be latex, mine’s real baby, mine’s real. I can make babies with this beauty.” For emphasis she jacked herself slowly bringing a single bead of her cum to the top of her crown. Scooping it up with her finger she painted the redhead’s lips with her seed and took the joint from the shorter girl’s hand.

“I wish I could have one of those,” she lamented wistfully staring at the stiff nine inches jutting up between them.

“There is a way,” the 28 year offered carefully tiptoeing around things best not spoken of but still leading her friend along the right path.

“A way?” Ashley questioned curious “Like ... surgery? Is that what you did?”

“No, no,” she chuckled dismissively. “Nothing like that. This was a much more organic process, there was hardly any cutting involved at all.”

“Really?” she blurted

“Yes, really,” the 28 year old assured her. “You can have a nice big cock as real as mine to fuck Dariella’s juicy ass with.”

“How?”

“Well, you’re already moving to the island with us,” the curvy blonde pointed out. “That’s the first step right there. Nothing can happen unless it happens there.” She looked deeply into the somewhat bloodshot does eyes across from her. “Do you still want to do that? Do you want to have a nice big cock like mine to fuck Dariella with?” She reached out with her free hand and tilted the girl’s head towards her glistening mushroom and gave a subtle push. The feel of Ashley’s lips sliding down the length of her cock over and over again as she lazily puffed down the rest of the joint was all the answer she needed.

And now here they all were, each on the same journey, each for their own reasons. Juliette Kersey was going home after a few years in the ‘wild’. Darrell Farragher was going because he was in love with Juliette. And Ashley Farragher was going because she wanted to be fucked up the ass by one and fuck the other the very same way.

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Ingrid Ragnarsson did a quick head count once more and re-checked the team roster...”Imala Ribeiro, Anna E Four, Eris G Four, Naida Petrovsky, Anjolie Dakota, Lotte DeBoer, Athena Hlaváč, Nina I Three, Victoria Irving, Vritta Agarwal, Justine D Two, Apollonia Joubert, Sigrid Bergfors, Nandi Yeboah, and Tammy Gatimu ... Yep, 15 basketball players.”

“We got ‘em all?” asked the Head Coach Lilith Montrose standing on the deck of the ferry beside her, looking up from her watch that read 11:55 AM.

“Looks that way,” the Norwegian native replied giving a wave to the pilot, Kira Petrovsky, through the window of the bridge. The 43 returned the gesture and moments later the anchor chains began receding into the sides of the vessel as the three hour journey to Aarhus got underway.

“It would be the basketball team’s first road trip of the season, a three gamer,” the blonde thought to herself. “The girls would face Randers on Tuesday afternoon, Viborg the following evening, and then finish up with the last year’s league champions, Aarhus on Friday.” Each had the week’s lessons on their laptops and whatever homework they might be assigned would need to be completed if they wanted to keep their spot on the team. While on the mainland they would be staying at the Optimis Utriusque Mundi sorority house at their destination port. This was a long standing arrangement that had served the community well while at the same time providing a taste of life away from Libereco for the students that were able to experience it firsthand.

To be certain, informal excursions to the fishing village on the other side of the island were not uncommon, but usually those took place with the supervision of an adult. After all, no one under the age of 18 could sign a vehicle out from the transportation pool, so anyone wanting to travel more than walking distance past the last bus stop required one in any case. Such things were necessary precautions given the anatomy of those who resided in the island nation. Were anyone ever to discover the true nature of their existence the blowback would like spell the end of said existence. “No, it was better this way,” she concluded as the sea breeze blew a strand of hair loose from behind her ear, one of the few not in the thick braid that fell halfway down her back. “They would be off to university themselves soon enough. Better to introduce them to life off the island bit by bit.”

Most of the girls had made their way various parts of the vessel. Some were taking advantage of the protection the glassed in seating provided but a few stood by the railing taking in the maritime feel of their surroundings. Still others had found their way into the lower canteen which was always set aside whenever there was a school team on board. Ingrid idly watched Naida Petrovsky make her way up the ladder towards the bridge where her mother was sailing the ferry. It was familiar ground for the 17 year old as she apprenticed in the Marine Division of the LPA. The research scientist had spotted Yuka Engblom earlier and it was likely the 16 year old was actually on duty at the moment though she knew not where.

“I’m counting 11 basketball players Lil,” the Ragnarsson woman stated. “I’m going to check the canteen to see if I can find the other four.”

“Fair enough,” the other nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on things up here.”

“Oh good, you’re here,” Kira Petrovsky greeted as her youngest, soon to be second youngest daughter as she entered the bridge. “Sorry I missed you this morning dear, I had the early patrol circuit.”

“How was it Mom?,” the girl with the short brown bedhead bob queried snuggling up next to her slightly shorter parent.

“A little bit more choppier than it is now, but nothing out of the ordinary,” she replied offhandedly. “Half a dozen freighters passed on the Sweden side, a couple more on the other, fishing boats on the north side, the usual.”

“Any long hauls?”

“There was one flying a Chilean flag,” the Russian futamute reported, fingering a bit of her mahogany red 50’s bob behind the arm of her glasses before sliding her hand downwards to grab her daughters. “Don’t see one of those often.” Still keeping her eyes on the horizon she guided the younger Petrovsky’s fingers to her crease as she pushed back. The scent of Kira’s gaseous vibrations, unheard over the engines of the ferry, a series of warm, rapid pops, once, twice, thrice, exploded against the fingers of the 17 year old. The last, longer than the first two, thoroughly immersed her digits in her mother’s stink. When the latter brought the first’s fingers to her face her young nostrils flared and her amber eyes lidded slightly in lust. “Hungry dear? Does my baby need to eat?” she then asked with a slight curving of the lips. “You know what to do.”

With a suddenness of purpose Naida separated herself from her mother and pulled the portable harvesting unit from the cabinet under the ship’s controls. Sliding her trainer’s to her ankles she knelt behind her parent. The short haired brunette greased up her already stiff eight inches with the lubricant in the kit before sliding the cock nozzle on her fleshy pole and starting the pump. With a groan, she widened her knees sinking down a bit further and tilted her head upwards catching her parent’s nurturing gaze. Pulling the fleshy cleft apart, she breathed in deeply through her nose and let her jaw slacken as the cheeks above settled comfortably atop the cheeks below. Lips kissing the petals of her desire, her tongue probed further forth in eager curiousity. An abrupt flowering forced her lips apart. As the first long muddy mass oozed downwards and slid over her tastebuds she felt herself begin building towards ecstasy.

“I had the Fisherman’s Special at Stella’s when I got in from patrol this morning baby,” Kira divulged as she casually used her daughter as a toilet. “Had extra waffles too. Nice to see Victoria made the trip. That one sucks a good cock ... but you probably already know that.” She glanced back over her shoulder briefly at the closed eyelids of her child, then downwards at the vigourously thrusting hips before returning her concentration to the waves. Though the Petrovsky woman wasn’t bulging in an obvious fashion she was nonetheless full. Already full figured relatively speaking, it was easier for her to hide the stomach swelling brought on by Fecalmillium than it would be for someone with a thinner build like her youngest, who counted Marta Barbosa as her Seed Mother. Yes, she had a lot to give this morning, but they still had over two hours before they would be approaching port at Aarhus, so she had time, they had time.

The ferry captain smiled and waved at a mariner from the town on the north side as she passed, relaxing her sphincter a little more and starting her second long slippery serpent on its journey to her daughter’s stomach. A moan sounded from beneath her and she glanced once more downwards. One spurt, two spurts, and then nice long jets of cream shot into the bulbous head of the nozzle to be siphoned away into the reservoir by the pump at the other end of the hose. She caressed the tuft of chestnut brown hair that had become an extension of her ass. Kira Petrovsky had a lot to give and she and her daughter had a lot of time. Glancing down once more at the constant surging of cum from Naida’s cock as the girl hips humped in lust, she smiled and returned her eyes to the horizon “Lots and lots to give, lots and lots of time.”

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Sapphirios Vasilaskis was going over the roster for the basketball team from LPI on the computer as she idly toyed with her thick tool. They’d be here for the week and as the Den Mother at the Aarhus Chapter of Optimis Utriusque Mundi Sorority it was her responsibility to see to their well being while they were. The heavyset brunette had been in the position for eight years now having started when she was 38. She quite enjoyed her current perch atop a house full of university aged futamutes learning to live on the outside for the first time. Each incoming class was always small enough that there were always enough sisters around to provide guidance. As for herself she never tired of spreading her 41 inch cheeks to feed a hungry pledge or any of them for that matter. She had really been blessed physically. Her breasts were every bit as ample as her other curves relative to others and she had one of the largest cocks in the house. The first team road trip of the season would be arriving from Libereco in two hours. She smiled at the prospect as she looked out of her window across the countryside.

Denmark was different than her native Greece but one adapted to their circumstances in life. Over time she had learned the northern port had a charm all of its own. And the mansion the girls lived in was in an ideal location near the Marienlystparken, secluded but still within easy distance of all the local anemities. The local trunk road provided a straight shot into the downtown core and the two universities the residents attended. That was the thing she really liked about how Libereco had set up their sorority. Their chapters were not linked to an institution but to a location. It cut down on expenses, promoted a sense of community among their own, and encouraged educational diversity. True, they weren’t as close to campus as some might like but while that might be inconvenient at times, it also provided a good amount of privacy. The grounds of the residence were expansive and quite hidden from prying eyes. It was an ideal setting for the young and curious to dip their toes in the ocean of life without being pulled under.