Libereco

The effect of the Aphrodium candles on the 15 year old was almost immediate. To be certain Růžena and Silvie were already accustomed to the rise in carnal temperature their fragrance induced and while not immune, were certainly more comfortable than most wallowing in the murk of desire they brought. And at the very least Rosemary and Chloë knew what they’d be walking into today. Even those two were breathing a bit heavier than normal as their hands reflexively sought contact with another. Ananda on the other hand, the target of those subtly probing limbs, was doing her utmost to maintain composure as her lust was slowly amped up.

“So tell me Ananda, why did you decide to apply to do your apprenticeship here?” the proprietor asked crowding in slightly, backing the girl up against the other two students and her daughter who had slipped in behind her.

“Well, I’ve always been interested in chemistry ... and plants ... and the ... things you can ... do with them,” she stumbled as she inhaled the first fumes of Lustrium the Hlaváč women had dabbed on their cleavage. “There ... it ... seemed ... like a ... natural ... fit.”

“I see,” the dreadlocked perfumer nodded maneuvering a bit closer and letting the edge of her right nipple peek out of her loose fitting blouse. “And what would you bring to Scents Appeal? What do you think I expect from you here?”

“I’m a ... self ... starter,” the darker skinned girl mumbled spotting the areola oblivious to the fact that the others were quickly relieving of her clothes. “but ... I ... follow ... instruct ... tions ... well.”

“Hmmm,” the 55 year old murmured shrugging out of her own garments. “Eager and obedient.” Instinctively the sophomore latched onto the pink and began suckling as two hardened cocks one beige, one vanilla, pressed between them. Holding her head to her breast the Czech futamute slowly walked backwards to a nearby loveseat. As she sat, she forced her new apprentice to bend at the waist which gave her daughter the opportunity she needed to grease up the girl’s crevice with Tunnel of Love. A soft sigh escaped her lips when moments later she was slowly pierced by Růžena’s pipe. A generous squirting of Beanstalk coated the violet eyed student’s cock, this courtesy of Rosemary. The eldest Hlaváč pulled her close and began thrusting up into the Seed Daughter of Hera Michaelis. The other’s slippery tool pressed back into her swollen stomach forcing a furrow and sensuously slid up and down. She moaned around the nipple she fed from and her eyes lidded, her arousal rising higher and higher. “That’s my girl. Let Mommy feed you, let Mommy fuck your ass,” she cooed guiding her motions with hands on her hips. “Up and down and up and down. That’s my good girl, that’s my good, good girl.”

She felt the tongue of the 17 year old probe the younger girl’s rosebud and slide along her length as she pushed in and out of Ananda’s ass. Rosemary was so skilled that way, it had been a welcome surprise when she had recruited her really. Her lovely tits, the biggest in the shop now, were an anomaly if one looked at her breeding. Neither Eustace Lockart nor Valeri Ballentyne had been so blessed. The hip size and the bouncy afro though one could attribute to the last, as well as the darker complexion. The russet red hair was definitely the South African’s as were the freckles. Neither could lay claim to the senior’s blue eyes for both had them.

The 55 year old thrilled every time she felt the serpentine pink on her pole and was tempted to just enjoy the sensation, the dancer’s daughter was so talented. But this was about the black haired 15 year old and bringing her into their little family, showing her where she fit into their dynamic, showing her how she could help them, showing her how they could help her. Slowly the elder Hlaváč slid her bulk off of the edge of the loveseat as she continued plunging in and out of the Goswami girl’s starfish, the pair sinking lower and lower until the blonde’s knees touched those of the redhead’s and the nine inch cock of the last pressed up against her own cycling stock. More Tunnel of Love was squirted into the crevice of the youngest and another nipple was offered. A second thrusting pushed against the opening stretching bit by bit as the violet eyes looked imploringly into the brown ones of her new mistress with a sudden understanding.

“That’s right baby, we’re going to open you right up now, make you nice and big down there,” Růžena explained softly feeling the head of Rosemary’s cock gradually widen the sophomore’s sphincter. “Many that come in here can’t help but start churning up a big load, what with all the Aphrodium in the air. Look at how horny you are Sweetie, such a nice cock you have. I’ll bet by the time you are Rosie’s age, it will be even bigger than hers. And as you know,” she circled back as she felt the slippery mushroom of the blue eyed girl’s meat push through the last of the other’s resistance, “the customer is always right. If two of them want to fuck an ass and we have only one ass to offer them, well, we have to adjust to what the customer wants don’t we? Yes, yes, just like that baby, just like that,” she praised feeling a second slimy prong slowly work it’s way in beside her own.

Ananda’s whimper told the perfumer what she already suspected and had secretly hoped for. This was her newest apprentice’s first double anal penetration.

“She’s so tight Ma’am,” the Lockart girl gasped as her thicker tool gradually wedged itself next to the older woman’s.

“Yes, yes she is Rosie, but we’ll make her nice and flexible, you and I,” the other answered feeling the two serpentine lengths line up. “Here we go baby, here we go.” And with that the pair shared a smile and began their mutual thrusting into the younger third trapped between them.

The two of them started out slowly at first, wanting the veterinarian’s daughter to get accustomed to the sheer width of the two prongs furrowing her ass. As big as her mother was, and Sumati Goswami was very well endowed, the girth the pair was pushing in and out of her rosebud between them was easily larger still. The persistent mewling that accompanied the pleading look on her face provided a syrupy coating of internal satisfaction to all of the others, each egged on by the fragrance of lust permeating the shop.

A slight cramping snapped the Hlaváč woman out of her reverie. The soft pfft, pfft, pfft that escaped her ass betrayed the intent of her body. Ananda was still feasting on Helga Ragnarsson’s neverending tube of fudge, the blonde still bringing her seed to surface with each swallow. Chloë Atherton for her part was pumping her pipe in and out of the rosebud of the Indian/Greek hybrid. The solution for her problem seemed fairly straightforward. Still, she was feeling a little horny and a little adventurous, most likely because she was also feeling a little high, she giggled inwardly and hatched an alternative plan.

She shed her clothes and by the time she had walked from one shop to the next she had removed her reading glasses, undid her braid, and had let her dreadlocks flow over her naked body. The Norwegian’s pipe, stiff and upcurving, was begging for attention even as she attended the dark haired girl. “I’ll see to that,” the perfumer declared privately swinging her leg over the prone body of the apprentice and back up towards the customer. Squatting slightly, she pulled her cheeks apart and proceeded to coil a pile of her filth atop the other woman’s length until it vanished under a mound of brown.

Glancing across the street at the bus stop while she was doing so, the Czech futamute immediately noticed one of the departing passengers. “Of course,” she murmured glancing at the Mini-Mixer on the counter next to her the green eyed blonde had ordered. Breaking the seal she quickly spritzed her midsection rationalizing privately, “we can always call it a ‘spill’ and cook up a new batch.” Bending forward slightly, she gripped the head of the thrusting staffer and pulled her forward and down as she backed up further. Chloë’s blue eyes met her brown ones and obediently she bent in lips parted and hungrily hunted for the buried cock, sliding up and down the shitty shaft once she found it.

Smiling, she peered back over her shoulder at the doctor’s open mouthed look of momentary ecstasy when the 16 year old deep throated her tool. Pulling her cheeks apart once more, backed up further, wedging the other’s face in her fudgy furrow. She shifted her right hand to the back of the physician’s skull and pressed her further in feeling 55 year old’s tongue eagerly swab her crevice. Despite the sludge the Atherton girl was slowly devouring as the Norwegian’s hands guided her motion, Růžena still had a lot to give. As her sphincter expanded, she felt the other blonde’s lips part with it. Straightening, she forced the other woman’s head back and another long tube of her waste began it’s journey downwards just as the bell above the door sounded and Alva Ragnarsson entered the shop.

“Oh,” she exclaimed stumbling onto the fecal festival before her. The 25 year old, another doctor and recent graduate of Freie Universitäet Berlin, stood in stark contrast to her mother, thanks to the other half of her genetic code which was supplied by Didi ‘Stick’ Flinders. To be certain, she did have the familial green eyes, but her coal black pixie cut, her 5’10” height, her thin build, were all products of the English native’s semen. “Have you seen my mother?” she asked as she approached the cream blonde proprietor through the underlying arousal the candles provided.

“She is rather busy at the moment eating my shit dear,” the shorter futamute informed her as she scooped up some of her previously deposited waste from below and spread it on her hardened eight inches. “You look a little peckish yourself though, Alva,” she observed drawing the other close. Gently pushing down on her shoulders, she watched the younger Ragnarsson’s eyes lid as her nasal passage registered the scent designed specifically for her. “Yes, yes, you certainly do look like you could use something to eat and perhaps a place to put your pokey pipe there.” The perfumer smiled as with a practiced motion the black haired doctor slipped her panties down, slid her tool between the round clefts of the blonde apprentice, and then engulfed her own shitty prick in one.

“Using the mother as her personal toilet while the daughter’s lovely lips acted as her cock’s private masseuse, it didn’t get much better than this,” she reflected as she let the tide of lust rise around her. “Well, maybe it could, maybe it could a little bit.” With that Růžena Hlaváč relaxed her urinal tract and let her piss cascade downwards over the hands of Helga Ragnarsson onto the back of Chloë Atherton’s skull.

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Over and over the thick dark cock filled Ashley Farragher’s mouth with cream as Mumbi Gatimu’s hands gripped her skull and continued thrusting her tool in and out. Juliette had facefucked her in the past much like this, but this woman’s load was almost endless. And all the while her glistening rod slid up and down in Francesca Bertelli’s hand as three of the woman’s fingers caressed the new found erogenous zone deep in her ass. The Italian scientist was an expert, bringing her close, bringing her to the very edge, and then letting her slide back down in a most Sisyphean fashion. Eventually however, the Kenyan’s jets abated and the tall African pulled out of her mouth. And it was then that the redhead saw that Layla Bertelli and the younger girl she understood to be her daughter, casually canoodling with each other against another desk, lab jackets open, naked underneath, taking in the new staffer’s first blowjob. Both of their pipes arched proudly between the white folds of their garments, despite the older’s recent fellatio by the younger. Each was strangely rounded in their midsection, something she had failed to notice before.

“Does our lovely Ashley want to cum?” Francesca murmured into the engineer’s ear as she continued edging her. “Does our lovely Ashley want to shoot her spunk for the first time?” asked further as Layla separated herself from her progeny and bent down in front of the trapped girl, her blue eyes looking deeply into the carrot topped futamute’s brown ones as she kissed her deeply. “Does our lovely Ashley want Layla to help her have her very first cum?” The England native’s moan through the locking of lips was the answer they were all expecting.

The youngest circled behind the redhead then pulling a collar out of her pocket while her mother produced a black leather hood from hers. The last released the new staffer from her tongue dance long enough to slide the shroud over her head. Her daughter meanwhile clipped the restraint she had around the neck of the new arrival and all watched as the sensors contained within sunk through skin. Layla nibbled on tongue and lip as she attached the mask to the padding of the chair. Then with a glance to the lab’s administrator, the Gatimu woman fingered her tablet. The headrest began tilting back forcing the Farragher woman’s face upwards. At the same time, the veil tightened across the bottom of the jaw parting her plush lips.

“It’s time for lovely Layla to help you have your first orgasm Ashley,” cooed Francesca as she maintained her hold on the 25 year old’s ecstasy. “Would you like that Ashley? Would you like lovely Layla to give you your first orgasm?”

“Yewh,” she blurted in desperation, her mouth unable to ennunciate.

“Beg her Ashley, beg Layla to make you cum,” the eldest Bertelli commanded.

“Pleawh aya, mawh me whum, pleawh,” she struggled further, sinking deeper into servitude.

Layla smiled down at the restrained redhead, caressed her cheek and smiled, before turning around and letting her lab jacket fall to the floor, revealing a pair of luscious ivory orbs. The scientist looked down over her shoulder into the doe eyes of the bound newcomer and let her hands drift down to each hip. Gliding backwards, she pulled her fleshy rounds apart exposing her deep dark crevice and the trembling petals of her ass flower deep within.

Ashley watched the black haired woman she was intoxicated with slowly lower her hips until she felt the weight of her resting on her upturned face. She felt herself gradually sink deeper into the greasy canyon of stink until the edge of the flowery orifice rested on her bottom lip. A series of soft pffts sounded each running into the next until they became one. As her mother used her hands to keep her dancing on the brink of her bliss, the youngest squatted, flanking her other side. Blue-eyed like her parent and every bit as curvy if not quite as tall, her long tweed brown hair lay loose around her shoulders. A second set of fingers joined the first on the 25 year old’s cock and draping her right arm around her shoulders, she began softly rubbing the front of her neck.

“This is my granddaughter Megyn, Ashley,” Francesca introduced as the young girl smiled and pecked her cheek. “She doesn’t actually live with us, but she’s only a couple of blocks over with her Egg Mother Berwyn Maddocks. She is going to help you have your first cum as well.”

“I’ve been looking forward to this ever since Mom showed me your picture the other day,” the 16 year old gushed with a squeeze. “You’re going to love this. I’ve never had a pussy, but I’d never trade my cock for one.”

“Ready to cum dear? Ready to have a great big cum?” the Italian scientist asked with a grin, knowing the answer. “Here we go then. Layla here is going to feed you her wonderful shit and you’re going to love eating it so much you will shoot your cream again and again and again.” She nodded to her daughter, who relaxed her hips further, sighed, and allowed her assflower to bloom.

The trapped redhead watched the sphincter expand and the thick slimy snake of sludge lazily slide downwards through her lips and onto her tongue. It was such a bitter taste, but she could do nothing to stop it. Her head was braced in position, her mouth was held open and the shit from above slowly layered itself in her maw like soft ice cream. The fingers on the front of her neck, on her cock, in her ass, all found more urgency and she swallowed reflexively as her hips arched with more vigour. The flavor of the filth was horrid, but the hands beckoning forth her desires battled against her better instincts. She tried to reach out and grasp control somehow, but found that each time she did, it floated further and further away.